Gold-flecked, hazel eyes locked with Dave’s and he felt like his blood had been replaced with liquid electricity. The man was sitting back in one of the massive, high-backed seats, one leg swung over an armrest. Dave heard the soft,… Continue Reading
Anthony, the graying scientist, was smashing his Scroll with a hammer as the blue lights sliced through the windows and the darkness of the warehouse. “Mercy,” he said, staring at the floor where the Scroll lay, “I need your help.”… Continue Reading
Becoming a hero is easy. It’s a magical process that takes place with — or more likely without — your consent and you go from a regular guy with a regular insurance job to someone who will save the world… Continue Reading
I straightened from the telescope and looked at the night sky with naked eyes. A silver blaze streaked across the firmament as the Perseids meteor shower played out above me. Twenty years, I’d never missed it. Some years I’d had… Continue Reading
Founder’s Day approached, and seven year old Billy Brewster trembled with excitement. He shivered with the cold, too, but that was not unusual. The planet New Antarctica — or that frozen hell as it’s called — celebrates Founders Day to… Continue Reading
The dirt ended just a few yards ahead. Beyond that the tunnel was a cylinder of curving, polished metal that threw back their guttering torchlight. Murphy breathed in deeply. “A human lair. From before the Reckoning.” “Human lairs had traps.”… Continue Reading
“So… did you mean it?” I am halfway through chewing a bite of tender synthetic filet mignon, so it takes me a few seconds to swallow and reply. “Mean what?” “What you said before I moved out. You said if… Continue Reading
On July 22nd, 1934, when I was eight years old, on a stretch of back country road in Upstate New York, I met a man who told me he was from the future. I’d been fishing in the Saunderskill and… Continue Reading
A group of young men looked at me suspiciously as I crossed under the ancient railroad bridge, but I ignored them. I was a big guy, and the bat I was holding was essentially a club. I was too excited… Continue Reading
Static screams across the graveyard, a cascade of black and white snow that only a fool would consider beautiful. It is, even to my eyes, a television-screen blur, the feed coming through my optic-receiver lost for a moment in the… Continue Reading