It was a marvel, the steamer, frilled with intricate woodwork railings and littered with little fleur de lis and smiling daemon masks, festooned with copper piping and valves that intermittently erupted steam, and covered with doohickeys whose function I couldn’t guess. From the lower deck Cimbri...
I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying.– JACK “Come out of there and into the light of the All-Seeing,” repeats the heavy male voice. I’ve got my hands up, ready to blast them if they come through the door. Tap whips out a pistol I didn’t even know he had and works the chamber, feeding a ...
Take Ox, for instance. His daddy gave him boxing gloves for Christmas. So Ox set up a fight club in his backyard. Beat ten, maybe fifteen, kids senseless. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t taken their money and sneakers as forfeit while he was at it. He figured he deserved something ...
The world’s a riot of colors and smells. I fall to my knees. It is almost too much to bear, this earth of ours. Davies grabs my arm and begins to tug me upright, but Quincrux says, “No. Let him weep.” They watch me as I sob. As I rediscover what it means to be human. Two Jeeps wait with soldiers ...
His heavy body, thick with muscles and scar tissue, lay in an easy repose that she’d only seen in children. He watched her intently as she walked in the room, eyes flicking over her hips, breasts, hands, face. He smiled when he saw the handcuffs. “You gonna lock me up?” Well, he doesn’t look lost...