And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. —SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE,”THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER” Sensing that the ship might depart at a moment's notice, those men who loved Captain Hall did their best to improve his grave site. Herman Sieman, espec...
Mike nodded, a small tight movement, holding up a hand to halt the pair — Miles and Obie — of Metatech enforcers with them. “I see him. You’re sure?” Zacharies reached out again, feeling — the demon roiled within the man, feeding on his hopes, coaxing life from his fears long left behind as a ...