- Mark Teppo Acknowledgements Once, I wrote a story for my mother for Christmas, and she recently found it and sent me a PDF. Thanks, Mom, for hanging on to such ephemera. A later version of that story sold to Pulphouse Publishing in the early 1990s, but was orphaned shortly thereafter. It was pi...
The room did have a solid door, though, and once closed, Andreas and Rutger had a modicum of privacy. Rutger moved with a stiffness that could easily be mistaken for formality of bearing, but Andreas knew Rutger suffered from a malady of the joints that sapped his strength...
The stack of cash is easy enough—that only requires a looping scrawl that passes for a signature—but the card will take an hour or two and so I spend it being fitted for a suit I'll never pick up. I buy other clothes too, an outfit that makes me indistinguishable from any other fashion-aware man ...
It might have been a conference room if someone had brought in a table and more chairs. There was a single desk, on which a fairly generic-looking computer and monitor sat, and a larger flat screen mounted on the wall opposite. The lack of other ephemera of occupancy made it hard to classify the ...
The upthrust of smooth basalt served as the back wall for one of the two dormitories. A small garden was delineated by a hedge of jumbled stones, a makeshift barrier that mainly served to keep the capricious wind from stealing the soil. Several goats and chickens wandered aimlessly about the grou...