James-Michael managed to lead all of the caged people out of the warehouse, although it wasn't without an awkward skirmish or two. Thankfully, most of the cult members seemed to be trying to contain the trouble in the main area ( Read more... )

The streets of New York were never a friendly place, but the weather in late winter made then even more unfriendly.  Rain pounded on concrete and thoroughly soaked everything ( Read more... )

    It was easy enough to find where they were keeping the kid- some rundown old building that was threatening to collapse on all the squatters currently calling it home. The place couldn't be more obvious if it had CRACKHOUSE written in neon lights. Jessica sighed, crushing her cigarette under her boot. "Oh, the places you will go," she muttered ( Read more... )

A cow chews on its cud thoughtfully, serenely, paying little attention to its surroundings. The fields of snowdrifts don't much bother her. She's quite used to them ( Read more... )