Bored to tears, Camilla had gone rummaging in the gift shop to find a game to play. She'd played so much solitaire she was beginning to develop an irrational dislike of some of the face cards. It was there that Mr. Wednesday found her again ( Read more... )

The sleep thing kept catching me off guard, the first few times. Not the dreams, mind you, but the whizbang firecracker process itself - losing hours of New Time in the blink of an eye. And let me tell you, it staggers when you’re not quite expecting it, the waking up part. Which is why, before I opened my eyes, I didn’t notice much was off the ( Read more... )

His arrival had been nothing more than a disappointment. While he had been fed some information by Mr. Headroom, he knew it in his bones that behind all the jests, the electronic life-form was hiding something from him - something important. And that would just not do. So, Albert decided to take things into his own hands; if no one was going to ( Read more... )

The last couple of days had been...interesting, to say the least. Lara Croft had spent most of her time attempting to clean up the restaurant and trying to salvage as much food as she could from the destroyed kitchen. So far, her efforts were mostly in vain ( Read more... )

Wednesday was not ill-pleased with the airport. It was an airport like any. It had modern conveniences. As lodgings went, the hotel was satisfactory, and a damn sight nicer than some of the rathole motels he'd had occasion to frequent. Yes, he had once occupied the throne Hlidskjalf in the great hall Valaskjalf from which he could survey all ( Read more... )