When Vincent awoke that morning, there had been a number of discoveries. It had been a sort of creeping settlement of recognition down on his mind, the slow coming of wakefulness that allowed him to access clear differences. That he felt irrationally smaller, lighter, there was no tickle of untrimmed beard against his face and most pressing of all ( Read more... )

On Thor's day, she made candy ( Read more... )

Routines were so easy to fall into on the island, especially for someone like Zack Fair. It occurred to him, as he laid on his cot late at night in his newly built (though slightly empty and a bit too quiet) hut that he hadn't seen Javert in a few days. Javert had helped build the hut just as he'd promised. And while they hadn't been able to ( Read more... )

It's a party.

Karen had thought that they'd forgotten, Rollie and Shadow, but they haven't because there's a party in front of the compound, on the play-ground, and there's cake. There's cake and jelly and some game with donkeys. Even ShorHor's got a bow around his neck, and Karen's glad that she wore her favourite fairy costume ad stripey socks ( Read more... )

Over the past few months, Karen had got him to do a whole bunch of strange things. Baby-sitting a pygmy horse, for instance, wasn't anything Shadow saw himself doing in life. Same thing about helping do math sums for homework and getting used to tiny cold feet pressing against him when she curled up to him at night ( Read more... )

Czernobog didn't enjoy venturing outside of the caves that often ( Read more... )

Everything was a hullabaloo since another lady had gotten killed, but, alas, some things don't change. Homework is still due, and baby sisters still want to be played with in the rec room. Or, at least one of them, because Mack was in the kitchen with Eostre and had cried when Peter dabbed purple paint on her nose ( Read more... )

The caves weren't the T-1000's favorite place on the island. On one hand, they provided isolation when needed, and cover from the insistent heat; on the other, they housed certain lizard-like individuals, and made him jumpy. Especially when he was, apparently, lost.

Not that he was willing to admit to being lost, of course. He wasn't. He was ( Read more... )

The good spirts of one, Glen Bateman, had not diminished in the least since his arrival. He'd held his breath and put all his chips down on the magic of the island and turned up aces. No superflu, no sign of Randall Flagg, and no dreams more portentous than the alphabet in a cup of Campbell's soup. Glen was in a fine mood for certain, fit as a ( Read more... )

School on an island still means homework. It just means island homework. Karen likes all of her teaches: Miss Marian is really kind and helps Karen with hard words when she's reading, and Miss Meg's funny and loud and really really really good at maths. Karen's not very good at maths. She's got some sums to do, and a book to read for Miss ( Read more... )