Nicholas is a would-be poet and video-store clerk with a weeping hole in his hand - weeping not blood, but a plasma of tears...It began with Nakota and her crooked grin. She had to see the dark hole in the storage room down the hall. She had to make love to Nicholas beside it, and stare into its ...
Tess is a sculptor, obsessed by metal, by making it move, making it speak. Bibi is a dancer, her goal more than just motion - she likes darker, bloodier practices. Together they embark on a dangerous partnership; and as their attempts to transcend the limits of the physical body grow more horrifi...
The thug before the door, that fellow though a stranger is no stranger, Omar at the Poppy would have known him at first glance, and pounded him at second: for just a moment they size up one another, man to man, Rupert unimpressed by the doughy bulk that speaks of sidewalk living, Costello bristli...
Outside are the birdcalls, insistent, strange, and true even in the midst of the human skirmish, like an older world calling to itself. Faint smoke rises; a wagon creaks its way up the road, toward the dark of the treeline. Few lights show in the town windows, though the mayor is awake, red-strip...