The first match went out, but the second took, and Nonno Giuliano nodded at the tiny flame like an old friend. The man on the floor lay perfectly still, his eyes on the ceiling, in the middle of a rug full of shattered glass, his head twisted at a frightening angle. My cousin Emilio watched the c...
The light that filtered from behind the long, heavy curtains looked gray. I stretched and slid out of bed, blinking down at myself. I was still wearing the clothes I had arrived in. When my feet touched the floor, I got a surprise: the floor was perfectly smooth and silken, cool, a wonderful plac...