Time Again
Tella inhabited the Neme, where the sun rose purple and yellow and stayed. If Fotine wished, the clouds would reform exactly as they had a week ago but Tella was glad they were different now. “I must talk to Fotine,” she said. “He doesn’t know everything.” “He seems...
Cold Passage
Titus came in the cafe and shrugged his pea jacket so the snow flew off. Ron was there in a front booth and beside him was the one they called Susan the Witch bent over a half-eaten muffin. Larissa leaned across holding Susan’s hand. Titus sat in the booth beside...
The Real Part
Many took the old theater to be something of a relic. It made a dark presence in the line of newer buildings on that block, like an old crone draped in shawls who never spoke to anyone. It was a on a back street that years ago smelt of intrigue, when that part of town...
Chimaera
Mortimer is magister of his vials and vats. He likes to dwell in the back room, the depths of his pharmacy where only his aunt is allowed. It is nothing like the bottles and shelves that greet the visitor in front. It is a chantry of blinking machines and liquids...
Cold Missive
The move, they both said, would be easy. It was only a few blocks across town. There would be more space than they had now. Adrienne was looking forward to it and Mike had taken off work to help with...