The Going Forth Of Uadjet
Uadjet guarded an empty temple. She stood in the shadowed niche and watched the dust motes dance in the sunlight for enough years to eat the stones away, to pit the bricks and make softer edges of the once-sharp rectangular doorways. Golden light on...
Rats
A rat walked into a bar. It wasn't that big of a deal, really. We've got rats in this join all the time. I should know. I own the place. We got Whiskers Mahoney in here every Saturday for a chat with his boys, and even now, if you looked over in that...