You're in there often enough, you start to notice the lab had a certain kind of hum to it. Between the low whir of the equipment and the steady sound of the air circulating, add in the faint music and distant sounds of voices, and it was practically a symphony of scientifically minded mundanity ( Read more... )

Though few and far between, there are days when Asher is only too happy that no one he knew from back home has ever shown up on the island. This would be one of those days. He’s still not sure how it is he got sucked up into this insanity, and shutting his eyes and pretending none of this is really happening seems like the best damn course of ( Read more... )

Tim's seriously starting to regret offering to take over Odd's Friday morning breakfast shift. And not just because he doesn't know how to cook or because he'd actually had to get up early to make sure it counted as breakfast and not lunch or afternoon snack or because Jason had pointedly given him shit about it ( Read more... )

That’s Joey’s line. It has always been Joey’s line, ever since the internet guys had sent him the official certificate and he’d spent twenty minutes trying to make Chandler’s laptop print it. And only seven of those minutes had been taken up looking at porn. He was committed.

People who don’t know him give him strange looks as he runs down the aisle ( Read more... )

He had been looking over his notes from the tryouts, names and basic abilities and ideas he'd had, and trying to figure out what the hell his next move should be. He had been doing that, much earlier. Now he's starting to feel achy and faintly nauseated, and the tiniest shivers of something that might very well be a fever are making themselves felt ( Read more... )

After a few days, moving too quickly still makes Stormy dizzy. The bump on her head has swelled up, big, egg-like and ugly, dark purple against tan skin. Not usually a woman given to idleness, Stormy is lying full length on one of the couches in the rec-room with one arm pillowed behind her head and a book propped up on her chest. It isn't ( Read more... )

'Lucky' wasn’t a word Asher would ever use to describe himself, and even though he existed in a permanent state of melancholy, cynicism practically oozing from his pores -- his glass was always just empty enough to leave him wanting more and looking-on-the-bright-side of anything was entirely out of the question because it just might cause ( Read more... )

On his second day with the idol, Odd and Stormy head through the jungle to try and get rid of it. Not only does their plan not work, but in the midst of an argument, the two take a pretty rough spill and would have been stuck in the jungle if Asher hadn't found them and brought them to the clinic for Rollie to patch up.

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With all the things that have happened to me over the course of my twenty-two years, one would think that I would have the good sense not to pick up strange wooden dolls that I find, especially when it comes to this island. But, of course, that's not the case because I, Odd Thomas, am not only exceptionally strange and good at living up to my name ( 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... )