George arrived and beamed up at her. “Got a job for me, Miss Viola?” She delivered a few quiet instructions into his ear, then the
I announced a few weeks ago that I decided to cancel the self-publishing release of my gaslight fantasy story, No Rest for the Wicked. Editors
George tumbled into the room, his head swinging wildly from side to side. When Vi flagged him, he mouthed the words “They’re coming.” The grifter
“That’s not the problem really,” Bonnie dithered. “It’s that…Tobias is here, too, isn’t he?” “Yes. He’s here. He’s always here.” Vi deflated in disgust; domestic
The spirit of her former partner nodded at Vi from over Bonnie’s shoulder. Oblivious to the weight of the name, her friend tried to follow
The temptation to reach out to taste the auras around her built as the feeling changed from a chilly tickle to an acidic burn.