Stephie arrived home midafternoon Monday after a rather sleepless night at Tasha's, her mind full. There was clearly something wrong with the girl (that she thought, almost everyone she knew would agree on) that went beyond just the fear the anonymous messages were invoking. Maybe two weeks ago Stephie would have put the jumpiness, the intense ( Read more... )

At Antila's Youch Counsilling Center, Stephie was plugged into her own little world of Jack Off Jill and out-of-date waiting room magazines dicussing Brad and Jen and Angelina and runaway Princesses and- hey, that was Avery's mother, refusing to talk about her divorce and wearing some really nice shoes. A few more inches on the heels and in black ( Read more... )

The sky was a dead thing ( Read more... )

Josie lost herself in the mist, pushing herself further and further till the muscles in her wings ached with sudden use and beads of sweat were forming on her brow. She could barely see the lights of the city through the thick blanket of fog, and she knew no one would ever see her, blending into the semi-darkness as best she could. It was almost an ( Read more... )

Nothing touched by darkness stayed the same. Night lay heavily over the world, changing the city into a dangerous place for a beautiful young girl, out walking the streets all alone ( Read more... )

His name was Bernard Terence Trust, age fifty two, balding and built like a wild boar. For twenty six years Alfred High had been his second home, his workplace, his dominion. Its burning had hit him hard, but he'd spent long hours working into the night trying to secure another premises. The building was little more than a skeleton, black bones ( Read more... )