He put his hands on the antique oak counter. “This is a book shop. Not a help desk.” He pointed to the sign high on the wall behind him: THIS IS NOT A LIBRARY “I’d […]

He put his hands on the antique oak counter. “This is a book shop. Not a help desk.” He pointed to the sign high on the wall behind him: THIS IS NOT A LIBRARY “I’d […]
After the events of this week, it only seems appropriate to share this one again… In 1848, I was living in Hungary—or what was then Hungary. That was the year people across Europe finally imagined […]
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He was making a proper nuisance of himself, whoever he was. I could hear the screams from the street. I stepped from the car and met the officer in charge, a woman named Ballantine. I […]
I pulled Etude down, down, down endless flights of stairs: stairs that curled, stairs at right angles, stairs that cut a straight line, our feet quickstepping across stone. By turn after turn, we descended deep […]
The Art of Feast of Shadows For every book I write, I collect a gallery. Some of these images I found before I started composing and so influenced the output. Others I stumbled upon later […]
We tracked the kidnapper to a swanky private club on the Upper East Side. The old stone building looked like any other row mansion on the street—walled and immaculate and seemingly impenetrable. The only hint […]
Crows. I heard them before I saw them. “Get down!” Etude didn’t move. He stood in the bramble above the narrow river and watched the far shore as agents of The Winter Bureau walked in […]
The weak yellow light from the headlights flickered slightly as the car idled, but they shone bright enough to reveal the small placard near the door: SERPENT MOUND PARK. “What is this place?” I stopped […]
I awoke from death, as I had so many times, shivering on a slab. For once, I had not been murdered. This time, I had taken my own life. The body bag that encased me […]