"Goooood morning, Xanadu ( Read more... )

Spike's days had taken on a fairly hum-drum rhythm: there was minding his business, minding the shop, and minding the Little Bit, and the real difference between the three was the presence of alcohol, demon ass to kick, and Dawn ( Read more... )

So in the Agora, wandering around as people often do, is a young woman in a hat. (It's not a Raspberry Beret, though it may as well be.) She's all bundled up for winter, and apparently it was damp where she was, because she's using her mittens to brush drops off the wool at her shoulders, trying to keep it from soaking in ( Read more... )

There are times when Wendy Watson is all business.

All right, that is not true.  Perhaps if art is involved, she could be all business (which would be paradoxical when connected to art), but when it comes to her career as a Middlewoman, the world is lucky to get sixty percent business, though she averages about thirty-eight percent business.  If ( Read more... )

“I”-the man standing in the middle of the agora looks so pleased with himself, any statement that follows must surely be capped off with a sweeping bow-”should be attending a staff meeting right now. It's a bit like cutting that first class, the moment of exhilaration when you finally permit yourself to believe you've gotten away with it ( Read more... )

Harvestman isn't clean anymore, but he isn't all that dirty yet. He only smells faintly of rot; all that means is that he doesn't eat enough. There are holes in the tattered jeans and hoodie he's wearing, at the knees and elbows, with the hood pulled up and over his eyes. A battered gym bag is tucked underneath one arm, holding all the possessions ( Read more... )

Bang, bang, bang, bang. There is a universal rule out there that all teenage boys must make as much noise as possible whenever possible. There totally is. Look it up. There's no other reason why he would make so much noise dragging a skateboard over some steps if there weren't ( Read more... )

Arthur is a tall, wiry-muscled man, but doesn't stand out more than anybody ever stands out in Xana, considering the vast diversity of people who come here--even wearing what looks like a leather doublet over his shirt and jeans, and a pair of rather futuristic six-shooters in his hip holsters ( Read more... )

The caves have never been one of Richard's favorite places on the Island. It's not the dark that bothers him. Quite the contrary, he's always been adept at maneuvering through the shadows. It's how confined everything feels. He despises the feeling of being trapped and the deeper he treks into the cave, the further away he sees himself from ( Read more... )

Linden is a man whose voice has the quality of warm milk, soft and soothing; the kind of man you want to trust instinctively, the kind of man you feel you could tell anything to and be understood. When he speaks, he sounds reasonable and a little worn, as if he's spent a few sleepless nights recently ( Read more... )