Mr. Nine asked. “I might have a lead,” Monroe said into the phone as he reclined in what had become his favorite chair, with the muted television glowing across from him. “I’m not sure yet, but I’m willing to look into any little clue that might lead me to whatever sliver of Garrett Khan’s busine...
Stine and Alexander guided the front of the rowboat toward a fragile, water-damaged pier. Angelique yawned and Razor cuddled against her stomach while they stared at the moss-covered trees and murky water of the nearby swamplands. Angelique gasped and Razor’s ears perked up when the front of the ...
A dozen men sat around the bar and at the few tables. Their eyes danced from her to me and back. Emma’s cheek glowed red from the monster’s backhanded blow and my face couldn’t have looked any better, given the beating I’d taken. Strangely, the fact that I was so heavily armed didn’t seem to regi...
The short heavy bellied man ran his sausage like digits through what few strands of greasy black hair clung to his splotched pate. His dull green eyes never wavered from their predetermined target, that being the monolithic oaken door at the back of the luxurious space he and his partner had haun...
It was hot for Christ’s sake, damned hot. And it smelled like a corpse rotting in the sun. The radio head reported that it was the hottest July on record, but he could have fooled me. It didn’t feel like July at all. It felt more like I went to bed in a furnace and woke up in hell. I woke up piss...
No one should have to bury their best friend. Much less twice in one lifetime. But this is that kind of story. The story of the true savior of Istara. Not me, Tameri, daughter of Breuxias, but my friend, my savior, Serra Viligotti. This is her story as much as it is my own. I only hope I can ...