Manaen had already tactfully disappeared. The little rat reads my dispatches, he noted with displeasure. I should have known. Maybe it’s time to find a new majordomo. After all he had done for Davi, this was how his nephew repaid him—betrayal. It hadn’t been easy to get the Council to ignore the ...
ON EDGE by Sarah A. Hoyt It was the summer of ’32 and I was living in a dilapidated Victorian in the Colorado Springs suburb of Greater Denver, with two mad geniuses, both of whom were trying to court me. As a group we were recipients of the Bezos grant for developing a system of instant package ...
