There were no wise people, only decisions that worked out well due to random chance and the law of averages. Still, the line stretched for miles along the palace edifice with seekers rammed into every square meter of space between the crumbling retaining wall and the drying up moat where horrible leviathans were once
The soft blue light faded as the day unfurled from its slumber. Shadows slowly elongated on the shattered porcelain path, held together by the dried blood and tears of immense beasts who once roamed the valleys when they still bore life. Today promised a semblance of mere sustenance, if the trickle still flowed from
It all started about a decade ago with that massive petrol rig explosion that darkened the skies over the entire hemisphere for about a month. Actually, it had started even before that, thought Dom, but I was too young to realize what was really happening. Still, that substrate conflagration set off a chain of
This is an alternate reality, Phillippe reminded himself, but that doesn’t mean it’s not real. He had to keep affirming this in his mind, or he could easily step on one of two related but opposite landmines: he could fail to take the dangers here seriously and thus perish at their hand, or he
The day the inevitable happened was, surprisingly, warm and sunny. I’d always pictured it as forebodingly dark with a torrential downpour of historical — nay, biblical — proportions. Since I knew it was of course coming at some point, I suppose it was comforting to think of it as somehow dramatic or noteworthy. But
The Legend of QUEEN ARTHUR and her nights at the Round Table Sally Arthur — a 30-something single mother of three, server at a local restaurant, and artist in her spare time — could sling hash like nobody’s business. Not that she literally slung hash (which to her sounded like a euphemism for something unsavory),