She frantically wished that she’d not left her purse, with the kinetic flashlight inside it, back at the tram with the others. Stone joined her a moment later, practically mowing her down as he barreled around the side of the tarp at a dead run. His large body knocked her...
She stormed up her stairs and into her sitting room. Finally, she sat down and opened the letter. My dearest Claire, I do not know why you are so unhappy. You must tell Richard. He will be so happy. He loves you so very much, Claire. I am sure if you spoke to him about y...
CHAPTER 8NO RETURN Boris didn’t come back to class at all that day. The entire class was itching to find out what had happened to him, but they were stuck in English with Ms Brown. ‘Nothing special has happened,’ Ms Brown said. ‘There’s no need to get excited.’ They ignored her. Anastasia tossed ...
One seventeen. Great. I'd been in bed two hours. Two hours when I hadn't closed my eyes for long and most certainly hadn't been able to sleep. It's not that I wasn't tired. I was exhausted. But I knew what waited for me the moment I let sleep come and I wasn't ready for it, wasn't strong enough f...
One thing becomes crystal clear very early on in the whole damn mess: Florida election law—especially as it pertains to recounts—is chaos. Statutes collide. Provisions are vague. Unlike in other states, those supervising the process are often the harshest of partisans. &nb...
Alas, my everlasting peace Is broken into pieces. - Thomas Hood. The orange orb that was the sun hung just above the treeline, casting long deep shadows over the red baked earth. A line of ten combat tanks rumbled in orderly precession, metal creaking on metal and tracks slicing and crunchi...
He lay upon the bare bed, shivering, and he knew not whether it was from the cold or his wound. But for whatever reason, he knew he felt about as bad as he’d ever felt, with the exception of the time they’d wanted to take his leg. Finally, to pass the time and take his mind from the ache in his s...
Sara woke to Garrets yelp and quickly untangled herself from Seth’s body. She rolled over just in time to see Garret collapse to the ground thrashing violently. She looked quickly around to see if anyone had come across their camp and was attempting to ambush them in their sleep. Spotting noth...
I wished to be alone, and wanted to offer no excuses. The boy was either oblivious to my moods or pretended to be. I didn’t care which, and I hardly noticed him disappear into the crowd. Inácio had become a thief, a pimp, and a fence, and no doubt indulged in all the terrible crimes such men must...
‘Obviously they aren’t. Ian may have sent an all clear.’ They drew up outside the theatre and Ben unlocked the back door. ‘Hello!’ he called out, and switched the lights on in the scenery dock. Libby went to switch on the worker lights and auditorium lights from the prompt corner. There was no si...
After they'd stripped the friar of his robe, brass pectoral cross and the coin purse de Faucumberg had given him, Little John had thrown the screaming man into the raging torrent of the River Rother. “If you're so close to our Lord he'll fish you out, or send one of his saints to do it,” the gian...
Mártainn the Blacksmith - no longer the blacksmith for many years now due to a bad back, yet widely regarded as the village blacksmith thanks to his smithing sons - was fond of telling anyone who asked of Fingall that ...
By the time the soldiers had assembled enough to fight back, they’d been out of range. The couple of shots they’d gotten off had fallen short of the ship and the Aphrodite had carried on. “Incoming!” Raz hollered and angled Aphrodite into a steep dive. Kass gripped the navigational table in front...
Loudly.“What’s that got to do with anything?” Steve asked.Dianne continued to glare at him, unable to form any words yet. It wasn’t just that he owned the towing company or even that he was a member of the board of directors for the community center. It was the fact that he’d deceived her.“You sh...
Billy’s right. Darnley’s starting to look stressed. Little things, like the way the light slants off his face at sharper angles than before. Like the way he spends long hours on business – but alone, not striding about in front of me while he shaves in the mornings or pacing our room half-dressed...