Playful spirits, melancholy spirits, vengeful, desperate, sad. Spirits who did things for a reason, and spirits who were agents of chaos and destruction. Just because they liked it. The windows above the sink rattled as if something on the outside was banging on the glass....
She locked eyes with him, her intent obvious. The young waiter smiled. Tall, rangy, with shaggy blond hair barely tamed into an acceptable style for the job, he looked like a university student. From Midtown at least, perhaps even Sheridan Village. His eyes were Vadim’s. S...
Candles arrayed as decoration served as the only light. At least two dozen people made a beeline for the front door, but it refused to open. I didn’t care one bit for a ghost who took hostages. More screaming sounded as objects began to fly through the room. A vase hit a man in the midsection. An...
She stood at the sink and turned on the hot water. Watched it run down the drain as she waited for it to heat up. As it hit the metal sink, the clear liquid ran red, cloudy at first, then thick and dark. Dani jumped, gasping. With a blink, the blood became clear, clean water again. The night she’...
Like waking from a dream that made no sense, to once again be surrounded by the comforts of the mundane. We made our way through the Land of Snows, southeast to the Sea of Nectar. The beautiful Morrigan herself had given us a white horse to carry our supplies and belongings. At first I believed m...
Not used to being unsure of himself, of his job, he felt scrubbed raw inside and out. A jewelry store robbery kept him occupied for several hours, before wrapping up neatly when the thieves tried to pawn the stolen goods. Most cases were like that, he realized. Perpetrated by people who weren’t t...
She sat up gingerly and looked around. It was clearly a hotel but not the one in Midtown where Hayes had a room. Damn sure not in Rock, either. The bed was huge and decadent with pillows, a black duvet and red sheets that must have had an insanely high thread count. Heavy ...
The bland interstate scenery held no interest for her. Jessie kept her eyes on the road, her mind turning over thoughts and theories about the murders in Concord. As dusk fell, she relaxed her grip on the steering wheel. She wore long sleeves and driving gloves. Once, years ago, she’d been burned...
Too quiet, unnaturally so, like outside. The creak of floorboards, the gentle hum of appliances, perhaps a wump as air conditioning kicked on–all the normal things we should have been able to hear were missing. I looked at Daniel, trying to convey the question in my expression. He understood, sha...