That was what we call in the trade an Unscheduled Reality Excursion, usually abbreviated to ‘Oh fuck.’
That looks nasty, I hope you’ve got a change of clothes back at the office. I guess now we know why real superheroes wear artificial fibers.
Revolutions (she'd long since learned) ran on committees just like any other government, once you got past the screaming-and-shooting stage.
Our worshipers have met this British agent before. Do not attempt to convert him; bring him alive before Us. He will be of great service in the end times ahead.*** Schiller
Never trust a man who thinks his religion gives him all the answers.
Money. An instrument invented in ancient temple complexes, to keep track of debt: counters that acquired mobility and went a-walking, weaving webs of debt into vast and intricate meshes, enslaving and...
In a sufficiently large crisis, sane and measured responses go out the window.
I wince at his casual disrespect as I follow Captain Perceval into the rear.
I shove my reading matter back into my messenger bag (it’s a novel about a private magician for hire in Chicago—your taxpayer pounds at work) and go to stand in the doorway.
I set the self-portrait timer on the camera to ten seconds, handed it to the zombie, and sent him into the grid and through the door to blow himself up. Then things got weird.
I remember a particular post-prandial PowerPoint presentation where I was one of only two survivors (and the other wasn't entirely human). However this is the first time I've seen a Word document eat...
I can’t get out of here soon enough, he thinks, and glances at his smartwatch—a birthday present from his wife—only to see that it has crashed and frozen on reboot, mocking him with an image of the ap...
I can get you a cheaper ticket if you let me amputate your legs: I can even take your thighs as a deposit, said the travel agent. He was clearly trying hard to be helpful: It’s not as if you’ll need t...
His Infernal Majesty leans towards me confidingly. You have imposter syndrome, He says, but paradoxically, that’s often a sign of competence. Only people who understand their work well enough to be in...
Hi, I’m Bob Howard. I’m a computational demonologist and senior field agent working for an organization you don’t know exists. My job involves a wide range of tasks, including: writing specifications...
Hate the sin, love the sinner: it’s hard to stay pissed off at someone for doing something wrong if you know you’d have done exactly the same thing if you’d been standing in their shoes.)
Give me a bottle of Mountain Dew, an MP3 player hammering out something by VNV Nation, and a crate of Pringles: that’s like being at home. Give me root access on a hostile necromancer’s server farm, a...
Firewyrms (I refuse to dignify those things by calling them dragons; real dragons should be elegant reptilian predators, not sea slugs with wings that vomit acid).
Fatal accidents never happen because of just one mistake. It takes a whole chain of stupids lining up just so to put a full stop at the end of an epitaph.
But you’re more at home with SQL than socialization: Innuendo wasn’t a language they taught in CS lab.