Treasure Inside Part 2

Treasure Inside Part 2

The Story Continues From Last Time …  Rain turned on her heel and stalked down to the bottom of the ramp. She seized the girl’s elbow and hauled her to her feet in spite of her protests. “You’re coming with us,” Rain said. “To Orbona City?” the girl exclaimed, black eyes shining. “Hell, no.” Rain

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The Cookie of Fortune

The Cookie of Fortune

The salty odor of frying noodles added depth to the tang of chargrilled pork and hoisin sauce. Sweet enough to cling to the back of Jim’s throat and just earthy enough to make his stomach rumble in anticipation. Gaijin had the best Asian cuisine in San Francisco. No contest. Jim’s stomach gnawed on his spine

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Bonus Chapter: Velanna Ittai & The Glass of Water

Bonus Chapter: Velanna Ittai & The Glass of Water

Have you read Meg Mitchell & The Secret of the Journal yet? If so, we have a special treat for you today! A BONUS CHAPTER! Enjoy this fun little romp from the perspective of Meg Mitchell’s adoptive mother, Velanna Ittai! Velanna Ittai sat on her park bench at the center of Boeddeker Park in the Tenderloin

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The Peach Pit

The Peach Pit

Sticky, sweet juice trickled down Meg’s chin as she bit into the fuzzy skin of the peach, the tang of summer tingling on her tongue. She gripped the bark on the willow trunk to steady herself as she leaned forward on the branch. Another bite and more juice dribbled down, this time dripping to the

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Birdcages: Aurelia and the Albatross

Birdcages: Aurelia and the Albatross

The docks are quiet this early in the morning, no one awake except the bakers wafting yeasty smells from their brick ovens. The clock tower across the bridge wheezes and groans, its resigned chiming reluctantly acknowledging a new day. Londinium is two-tone this morning, shades of gray and sepia outlining the edges of stone buildings

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Katiller Character Short: Going Dark

Katiller Character Short: Going Dark

Ah, bok. I hate getting shot. Bener winced as Eser poured antiseptic over the furrow creasing Bener’s upper arm. He glanced down, grimacing as more blood beaded up on the wound. At least it’s just a graze. Much better than the alternative, had he been much slower ducking for cover. Didn’t make it hurt any

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Birdcages: The Gift of Memory

Birdcages: The Gift of Memory

by A.C. Williams Old Man Harrington’s got a parrot-bird that’s squawking like a banshee from its perch in an ugly cage. But I cannae say who I pity more, the poor beastie or the fool Harrington cons into buying it. Mr. Quinby pokes his old wet nose in the back of my knee to nudge

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Katiller Character Short: Between Brothers

Katiller Character Short: Between Brothers

If cooperating with the U.S. military means staying in places like this—I quit. Kenan scowled as yet another rat darted to a hole in the corner of the concrete bunker. There must be more rats in that wall than Savas has guns. “Here.” Savas’s gruff voice startled Kenan from his thoughts as his brother shoved

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Namesake: Girls Like Flowers

Namesake: Girls Like Flowers

RATED PG for Language Xander liked daisies, just not scattered all over the ship. Al’s spontaneous decorating had turned the corridors on the Prodigal into a post-blizzard winter scene. Xander crouched in one of the corridors, trashcan in one hand, plucking daisies out of the floor grates with the other. An acid wash would have

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Between the Lines: Al

Between the Lines: Al

The prune-man sees things people-persons don’t. The prune-man knows more than any other man-man. So the prune-man says sit still, and Al will sit still. Except for her toes, because they wiggle-wiggle whenever they want to. And her fingers. They do too. A man-man in a white coat walks by Al’s bench. Processing-processing. Al’s brain

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