After making my friends something to eat and leaving it on a tray outside their closed door, I followed Martin’s gracious suggestion and went up to the attic, a wide A-framed space from which one […]
Tag: Feast of Shadows
(Fiction) The World-Walker
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 […]
(Fiction) The View From Space
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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(Fiction) A Minor Exorcism
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 […]
(Fiction) The Knife That Killed Albert Gallagher Twice
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 […]
(Art) A Visual Feast
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 […]
(Fiction) You Don’t Even Wanna Know
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 […]
(Fiction) Dark Opera of the Gods
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 […]
(Fiction) Mosque of the Jinn
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 […]
