by Bright Eyes, just loud enough to annoy Nicolette –All right, I won’t do that to you. For one thing, I know you like the bloody stuff. For another, it’s not accurate to say I killed them all. Besides, the way I worked it out was pretty sweet, and I want you to admire me, Future Me. My undisclos...
Even if I kill her in a novel someday (which is a distinct possibility), there are countless interstitial stories I can tell from earlier in her life. The villain, Regina Queen, is one of my favorites, and I may return to her someday. She's still out there, after all, working her cold ways. I als...
PRATTMarla Mason, sorcerer in exile, looked over the railing of the balcony, down at the lavish resort hotel’s pool with its swim-up bar and tanned, happy people lounging on chairs, and thought, I can’t take another day of this.‘‘I can’t take another day of this,’’ she said aloud to her companion...
Literally a mile. Where are our rooms?” Marla paused by a piece of ornamental sculpture to tighten her shoelaces.“Well, yeah,” Rondeau said. “It’s like a sixty-acre resort. We’re in the tower farthest from the lobby, unfortunately. If we hadn’t gotten here so late, we’d be able to take the train,...
PRATT“This is for you, Miss Mason.” Granger, the idiot hereditary magician of Fludd Park, handed a crumpled envelope across her desk. Marla took the envelope, which was smudged from Granger’s mud-streaked hands, and hefted it. It was age-browned and soft, made of some heavy paper with a lot of cl...
Marla watched intently, her question still hanging in the air like a cold exhalation. She sat at her rickety kitchen table, oblivious to the stink of old food in the garbage and the buzz of flies around the overhead light. She pressed her fingertips into the jar’s sides so hard her knuckles ached...