Riding the Train
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
Peter wanted a smoke.
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
I smelled the human long before I laid my seventeen eyes on him.