Broken glass grated beneath him and, rising slightly from the bench seat, he brushed the blue-green bits toward their innumerable counterparts littering the floor. Several pieces flew haphazardly to hit the girl at his side, and Cole glanced over. Staring out the broken window as the wind tossed ...
For someone who’d just survived yet another wizard battle, the normalcy of a cab ride was ludicrously surreal. “Thanks, buddy,” Mud said to the driver cheerfully as they pulled to a stop. The cab driver regarded the little man in the rearview mirror and said nothing, clearly just waiting for Mud ...
Harris said resignedly. “Thanks for your… time.” He grimaced as the secretary hung up before he could finish. Forcibly keeping himself from slamming the phone onto the Formica tabletop, he set the cell aside and then drained the last dregs of his coffee. It was his seventh refill. He hadn’t slept...