The meeting room had a side table with a buffet lunch and hotbar.   Given what was about to go down, Sand felt the least he could do was make sure it didn't go down on an empty stomach ( Read more... )

Who's there?
Hell assassin.
Hell assassin who?
You're dead, the punchline doesn't matter.There's laughter. Actually, there's never anything but laughter in Trevor's apartment. Everything is… fun. A trip to the supermarket is a hysterical adventure full of whimsy. There's never any crying. You never have to be serious, ever. Nothing matters, because ( Read more... )

The runes are laid out. Everyone is assembled. It's nearing time ( Read more... )

As soon as Amelia's back she reports in, drops the witch off and then goes to hide, orders on not to disturb her. She's not used to this creeping feeling of panic, rage and sadness. As soon as she makes it a few corners it's like her knees don't want to know her anymore.

And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all ( Read more... )

A heavy, hazing feeling is the first thing Caleb registers when he wakes up. It doesn’t take long for him to remember how he came to be on the floor, though mustering the coherence to get back up doesn’t come quite as quickly ( Read more... )

Amelia Zukov used to believe in God ( Read more... )

They don't see her much; the group, that is.

Angela D'Aubigne-Riese prefers to spend her days behind a desk, checking this, seeing to that, being the hand that does little but watches over all. Sure, the line of information goes through three mouths before it gets to her, but it always gets to her. It also keeps her farther away from that wretched ( Read more... )

There is a brightly lit room with tiny chemical splatters about. A concrete floor slopes to a drain, and there's two spigots hooked up to hoses on opposite ends of the room. Three metal lab tables are set up, an assortment of containers strewn about on them. Other instruments, tools and equipment are lying around, some still in their boxes, ( Read more... )

I don't like fire. To be honest, actually, that's a tad the understatement. A cigarette lit too close to me has sent me into catatonic fits. They say neurotic fear might've caused my stroke. I'm slim to believing that. I had a stroke because bits of my brains cooked away several years ago, yes, in the literal sense. Still deciding how I feel about ( Read more... )

The Hyperion Hotel is very far removed from its heyday of the 1950's.   It's only months removed from the time period where Jasmine had led the world to a brief peace.  It has since sat abandoned.

Until now.

Eight Kriaphor sit around a drawn circle.  A young lady, no older than 12, lays, bound and unconscious, in the center of the circle.

The head ( Read more... )