Fallen Angels, Part Nine - Sing me a Song, Dead Girl
CHAPTER EIGHT - SING ME A SONG, DEAD GIRL When Oscar Peterson played The Phantom Cat in 1986, a young Jesse Juliano captured a photo of him. He framed it and hung it on the wall, next to the upright piano. Peterson is all smiles, wiping sweat...
Havana or Hell, part two
III Some times, when I lie awake, I feel like I'm a tiny pinprick, floating in an endless void. It's a physical sensation, but not linked to any of the usual five senses, and the feeling disappears as soon as I open my eyes. It's accompanied by a...
Havana or Hell, part three
V "Tell me, Mr Kent Do you hear voices right now?" I nodded. "They are hiding in the traffic noise." "Can you describe them to me?" "Man and woman, both sound young and old at the same time." The psychiatrist and I were in a small office in the...
Havana or Hell, part six
XI Kendall Duran's company, _EnDurance Games_ was registered to an address in Warrington, fifty miles west of Oakfort. I searched the Internet for the address of anyone named Kendall Duran, and found three by that name. One had a dentistry practice in...
Havana or Hell, part seven
XIII "So," said Burris. "How are you progressing?" "The wand?" "Indeed, the wand symbolizes magic and transformation; maybe it will even lead to the cure for your condition." "I already found it." I said bluntly and put the drinking flask on the...
Havana or Hell, Part 8 (Final part)
XV Bruckner and Burris stared at me in silent horror, as my hands transformed into clawed monstrosities, my teeth extended into fangs and the entire length of my body sprouted a thick coat of brown fur. I gorged myself on the freely flowing energy...
Havana or Hell, part five
IX Katryn scratched the bridge of her nose, and placed a second engineer token on the R&D section of her map. "Your move!" she said. If my sister had assigned her researchers to develop a small project, such as a weapons upgrade, it wouldn't take...
Sentinel
What all the other therians in the saloon saw was a mid-aged human, a little too thin, a bit grizzled for the wear he'd experienced, nothing intimidating or even noteworthy.
Havana or Hell, part four
_Recap from part Three:_ _"Watch out!" she cried. "He is here."_ _"What is he doing here?" asked the General._ _"He shouldn't be here", replied Karen. She sounded concerned._ _"It's too dangerous."_ _"Guys, you're playing yesterday's tape!" I...
Because You Have Wings
Even his pecs, looking fully like other therians' chest muscles, had an adapted version of the supracoracoideus muscles that raised the wings in bird species. what would happen to all that muscle tissue if he cut...
Fallen Angels, Part two - Falling From Grace
Chapter one Falling From Grace "Daniel?" "Speaking." "Quinn here." _Inspector Quinn?_I reached for the remote and put _Kind of Blue_on pause. Quinn is one of the few people outside of my family who knows about my unusual condition. He's also chief...
Cry Me a Murder (part six): I Won't be Calling Home, mother - I'm Dead.
"Dude, I'm in trouble." I hesitated contacting inspector Quinn, because I knew he would blow a fuse if I told him about Archie Phelps, and in particular about my involvement in his demise by demon. So I postponed the call until ten thirty, when I knew...