I went to the little boy’s funeral. I didn’t join the crowd. I saw his young mother, standing there, hunched and broken, and I couldn’t bear to face her. It wasn’t just that I’d told […]
Category: Fiction
(Fiction) For the unborn
John lost his best friend in Suriname. He left Danny’s body in a ditch after shooting him in the head. Danny looked up at John with no fear, no remorse. He’d been caught. John had […]
(Fiction) In the Web of the Maze Master
I wasn’t then entirely sure where I was, but it seemed clear we had reached our destination, for a congress of cats waited. Felines of all breeds and colors—a few with collars, like my tabby, […]
(Fiction) The casting of darkness
The train rocked as it slowed and the picture in my hand rocked with it. My finger traced the single splatter of blood that stretched across the scattered feathers, many of which seemed to have […]
(Fiction) The Dunvluddich Furnace
Antuan pounded on the door with a fist, and it opened. I was led up for the first time and emerged into a vast open space. It had been described to me by its creator […]
(Fiction) The Seven Deaths of Harriet Chase
They call me Harry. Despite what you may have heard, I’m nothing special. Trust me. But after you make it through a couple bad jobs, word gets around. You get on some short lists. They […]
(Fiction) The Winter Bureau
That was my welcome to America. Prison. Upon my release, I was placed into the custody of a man of ill health, ill fortune, and ill name: Spurgeon Fount, a parapsychologist-acolyte of Richard Hodgson—the man […]
(Fiction) The Ghost in the Labyrinth
After Beltran’s visit, some of my restrictions were lifted. I was not allowed to speak to Etude, and I had no idea where in the cavernous dungeons he was being held—the same dungeons where the […]
(Fiction) A State of Immanent Corruption
You will thus understand my surprise when, after I was rescued from the attic in Whitechapel, the police informed that I had a solicitor and that he had secured for me an exit from a […]
(Fiction) The mizzen and the spyglass
My body was recovered, along with two others, by a young mizzen—nominally, a practitioner of “street magic,” by definition, bits of illusion and conjuring mixed with hexes and holistic alchemy. In truth, mizzenry was as […]
