Some people might have said John Hart was out of his mind. ...Those people had no idea how right they were ( Read more... )

John Hart was bored ( Read more... )

It didn't rain very often in the city, but when it did, it poured. Short heavy spurts of rain that seemed to come down from the clouds like bullets, leaving the pavement washed clean of their filth and the roads spotted with puddles ( Read more... )

With a little elbow grease and a lot of time and cred and hell, maybe a little love, Persephone starts looking... presentable. She sits between two hulking transport ships in the landing dock, small and sturdy and worn, a lot of miles on her... ones I've traveled and whoever had her before me. I stand on the docks, squinting in the setting sun and ( Read more... )

It's been over a week and, for a reason Nene hasn't yet been able to figure out, Angel is still with him. Which isn't to say that anything between them has been resolved; their conversations -- for lack of a better word -- are short and clipped, Angel's tone frequently cold and dismissive. But, Nene keeps them both fed and clothed and the string ( Read more... )

He's running... he's not running. He's stumbling, falling, walking. He's flying. He's a mile off the ground and the lights are like fireflies under his dangling feet. He's walking and it's raining and he's cold and frightened and the lights are too far away ( Read more... )

A lead. Months of nothing, not even red fucking herrings, and he has a lead. He has cred, he has enough Snake to kill himself about fifty times over, and he has a goddamn lead. He should be celebrating. He's staring down at a dead man in the street. He's not sure there's really any difference between this and celebrating anyway ( Read more... )

Most people would have been celebrating. Not Logan though. To him, selling the Echolls estate and moving into his new and much smaller home wasn't really anything worth partying over. It was just another huge change in his life. Another reminder that he was alone in the world now. And yeah, maybe he was better off with Aaron gone and Trina living ( Read more... )

He hadn't been looking for a fight, not consciously at least, but after that first punch ( Read more... )

Shoulders hunched, his entire body curved inward and over the drink he's been nursing for the past several hours, Joe looks like any other drunk in the bar, his eyes half-closed and his body mostly relaxed. To most people, he probably looks like he's just preparing to hang out there all night, drink himself stupid. What he's actually doing is ( Read more... )