The Blackwood Public Library was a tomb of good intentions. A Carnegie relic built of stern grey stone and leaded glass, it smelled of dust, despair, and the ghost of a million paper cuts. Katie was its sole nocturnal guardian, a part-time library assistant whose life had shrunk to the dimensions...
Read MoreThe invitation arrived on black paper, written in silver ink that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight.You are cordially invited to a gathering at Thornwood Manor. Midnight. Come alone.Maya should have thrown it away. Should have laughed at the gothic dramatics. Instead, she found herself driving...
Read MoreThe chrome and neon of the lower sectors of Aethelstadt blurred into a throbbing, synaptic pulse. Kaelen moved through the crowds not as a man, but as a vessel of want. His skin, threaded with sub-dermal circuitry, hummed in dissonant sympathy with the city’s core. He was a Conduit, o...
Read MoreThe power didn’t feel like a thunderclap. For David, it was more like noticing a dial in the back of his mind that he’d never seen before, and realizing he could turn it. A slight adjustment of internal pressure, a quiet click of will, and the world softened at the edges, ea...
Read MoreThe storm over Derry didn’t rage; it purred. A low, wet growl of thunder that seemed to sync with the rhythm of the town’s hidden fears. It was in this electric hush that Elara found herself walking home, the kiss of rain on her skin a cold contrast to the memory of her date’s c...
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