When Florence and Tom find the Sisters, there is no reunion, though she's never expected there to be one. Had she ever imagined what it might be like to one day run into the very people who turned her out, she might think that this is fitting, but she's never thought much about it. There's always been something else to think about ( Read more... )

Nancy was perhaps not as much of an early riser as some of the others with breakfast duty on the kitchen staff, but she hoped that the fact there was always fresh coffee on first thing when she was cooking made up for the fact that usually by the time it was done it was almost brunch. Not to mention the iced lattes. The espresso machine really ( Read more... )

The sound of the children laughing and playing in the blessed water was music to Cloud's ears, but he'd probably never admit it. They splashed and swam and tugged at his arms, trying to get him to play too, and after seeing Aeris and Zack fade into the white-bright distance, Cloud felt free enough to smile, for the first time in what felt like ( Read more... )

Surreal was supposed to be 'taking it easy.' She couldn't figure out that there was any way she could truly do otherwise, since this place, despite being utterly backward in so many ways, didn't actually give her anything to do. It did, however, seem to be adequately supplied with reading material, which, although the same flavor as her usual ( Read more... )

Most of his time had been spent moping over his bad luck. Guevera’s surgical skullfuck had healed fast. There wasn’t anything left to scab over: bones don’t bleed. But the irony in the wound’s terminal blindness was a kick to the nuts, and all Sands wanted nowadays was a cigarette and quiet place to sit.

He was lounging outside the main building, ( Read more... )

The streets of Culiacán smelled like shit.

Burning shit.

Seemed an odd moment to pick up on that teensy weensy detail. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe his senses were simply fucking with him after the rape they’d suffered at the hands of the good Dr. Guevera. More than likely, though, the street smelled like shit because the street smelled like ( Read more... )