Slinking away from your admirers so soon?” Rafe looked up at the tall figure in the doorway across from the foyer, frown clearing. “Hello, Coop.” “Knew that you’d be back from the dead, old chap. Had a wager you’d be home before the month was up.” Coop crossed the foyer to shake hands with Rafe. ...
Her trench coat, too large and shabby, smelling of cigar smoke and mothballs, flapped around her. Under the thick thirdhand fabric, her wings whispered, satin-starch-slither. Her long-toed bare feet skimmed the bumpy bone of the sunway, worn smooth and glittering by centuries of inspection. Her o...