“Tell me,” said Anthony, spitting out the words through gritted teeth. He had just returned from a night of carousing to find his workroom immaculately clean, free of all the accumulated stains and spillage, with every book and scrap of… Continue Reading
An old boot props open the door of the cafe. In winter the door expands and is the devil to open. In summer it shrinks and rattles in the breeze. The boot, in its way, keeps the peace. It is… Continue Reading
“Gin and tonic, Rupert?” Sammy, the troll, said. “No, Sammy, whiskey. Make it a double,” the golemancer replied, sat back in his barstool, and shook his head, attempting to uncross his eyes while he began to gather his thoughts back… Continue Reading