When Death walked into the End Times Tavern, Pestilence was waiting for him. The specter of disease raised one pale, bloated hand and waved her colleague over to a table with four chairs near the bar. “You the first?” Death said and plopped into a leather chair, his bones rattling. Pestilence nodded and took a…
Zephaniah smoothed the sapling’s shading, caressing the tip of his middle finger along the edge. Warmth bloomed in his cheeks as absenthe rose from the meager dust pile next to him and swirled around the sketch. He glanced up at the actual sapling in his apartment’s small greenhouse to get the perspective perfect and then…
The first time I watched a man die, I was sitting on my mother’s lap, eating the last of the season’s figs. “Swallow.” Even when condemning a man to death, Mother’s voice was like a lyre’s song, so that you considered yourself honored to be addressed, regardless of her demand. At the time, I did…
Detective Renaud burst onto the metaphysical plane at the entrance to the Night Market. He absently patted himself down, an idiosyncrasy to realign his consciousness with his dream-self and away from his physical body, asleep somewhere in the Dream Enforcement offices of the material plane. Striding quickly to the Night Market gate, Renaud flashed his…
