She tapped her iPhone and showed me the screen. An aerial photograph looked down over a sprawling, dusty desert ranch. I half expected to see a tumbleweed rolling down the main thoroughfare, or maybe...
My first escape attempt had been a disaster and this one was likely to land me in an unmarked grave, but the situation wasn’t all bad. At least I was able to cross one thing off my bucket list. You kn...
Most modern cell phones have a built-in GPS chip, even if you don’t have any kind of GPS software. Allegedly to make it easier for emergency services to find you when you dial 911. Allegedly? Caitlin...
Lights dangled from the warehouse scaffolding, their power lines running to a portable generator that chugged and coughed like a heavy smoker running a marathon.
Standing next to Caitlin was like walking into a lioness’ den wearing a suit made of T-bone steaks. No amount of infatuation could make me forget what she was, or drown out the memory of Artie Kaufman...
Sunrise came like a stampede of bulls, kicking me out of bed and into the shower as my mind lurched into high gear.
A woman dressed for tennis and clutching a digital camera did a double take, looking at the suited thugs and then at me as if wondering if she’d seen me on television. No, no, they’re not my bodyguard...
It’s true. We get these hormonal urges to tear down corrupt corporations and send entitled billionaire assholes to prison. I shrugged. Women, right?
In a week marred by death and pain, I’d found a single red rose growing in the ruins. I’d take the thorns as they came.
Carl Holt, I mused, fighting to keep the surprise from my voice. Oh, I remember him from the news. Wasn’t he that corrupt cop who was killed with his buddy, the Satan-worshipping porno director?
Do you have the soul? Where is it now? she asked, a little too urgently for my liking. Stashed someplace safe, I told her. That someplace was the trunk of my car parked out in the driveway, but I didn...
Good evening, Eisenberg Correctional. This is your new warden speaking. You may have noticed that every single door in the prison has just opened. This is in keeping with our new ‘leave whenever you w...
Rule number four of magic, the one that any responsible teacher drums into their students’ heads until it’s as second nature as breathing, is you do not fuck with demons. Yes, I’m aware of the irony o...
He was already an accomplished sorcerer, insofar as we can gather, and he began having visions of the Garden. He felt it calling to him, promising him the power of a god. Is that before or after he st...
Whatever you did, man, you laid her to rest. I didn’t lay Stacy’s soul to rest. I sent her to hell. It wasn’t my finest hour.
Hey, Nadine? I said. She glanced my way. I normally have strong objections to hitting a woman, I said, but if you talk to my girlfriend like that again, I could see myself getting over it real fast.
We believe in keeping up with the times, she said. It’s not all backward Latin and slaughtered goats.
She spat a single word. A long, guttural, twisting word that evoked frozen Germanic winters. The trigger to the spell she’d been weaving for days. The toxic miasma above our heads exploded with a peal...
Hope for the best, plan for the worst,
I realize you’re a politician, so this is a new concept for you. ‘Cooperating’ means actually doing what you’re supposed to, not just saying you will and then weaseling out.
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