Your past is a shadow, and it never leaves you ( Read more... )

I'm outnumbered here on this hunk of sand. There are far too many folks happy as clams to be here, and that ain't me. That ain't me by a longshot ( Read more... )

Nancy had woken up planning on going swimming, but in the end the ancient Mayan texts she'd brought with her when she stumbled onto the island had won out over fun in the sun. No real surprise there. She had a stack of books beside her, all claiming to be the 'best' in transcribing glyphs, and two open nearby that she was still searching through, ( Read more... )

Unusually, House was in the lab section of the clinic today. He'd found Greg Sanders' small supply of the new eggplant-based alkaloid painkiller, along with the notes from his "experiment" a couple of days ago ( Read more... )

There was always someone in the IPD office, always. If it wasn't one person, it was another... and sadly Nancy didn't yet know any of them well enough yet to talk them into letting her have a poke around. She'd ruled out breaking in, managing to pop the lock once, only to find someone inside and having to quickly retreat ( Read more... )

"Now, what on earth are you doing here?" Nancy asked with a laugh, crouching down and carefully digging the late Josiah Crowley's clock from it's shallow and sandy grave. She smiled fondly at it, remembering just how thrilled she'd been when the Hoover girls had offered it to her as a thank you. It was nothing special to most, just an old clock, ( Read more... )

Nancy is distressed.

Thankfully, it has nothing to do with being bound and gagged in a cellar or men with guns for a change. No, this time it's books. Hundreds of them, all with different covers and her name printed on them and in them... and oh, it's all terribly wrong. The books are all wrong! Well, perhaps not all of them, but each book seems ( Read more... )

It had been a rousing success, as far as Jane would admit. For the whole day, she had spent it hanging the shimmery navy blue gauze from posts about the area in front of the compound, trusting the strange machines of the radio to broadcast music until it was too late, and then, she trusted to the musicians that were in attendance to play. There was ( Read more... )

Still haven't been able to raise Brain ( Read more... )

Calvin had things he should have been doing, no end of things, really. Reading and cataloging and catching up on 40 years' worth of scientific discoveries. Plus, there was Meg's bed to build up again after the flooding; he was going to have to start from scratch there. It was the middle of the afternoon, and he should have been working on something ( Read more... )