The Hollow Silence, Part Two
 **Denver, Colorado; March 3, 2016 ** Another Pall Mall and another disposable cup of disposable coffee._Dammit, I'd kill for a drink right now_. Therese massaged her temples with tremorous fingertips;...
While Master's Away
Saved from the dangerous and deadly world of beast fighting, where wild werewolves and other therian ferals fight to the death for profit.
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
Taiz, Yemen. February, 2019 "Why don't we talk about something pleasant? How about...iced mint tea?" The crackling voice came from a simple speaker on a gray concrete wall. Abdul Aziz struggled against the leather straps that held him fastened to a...
My Guardian Demons, Part 3 of 4
Kamryn scratched the bridge of her nose, then 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 a small project, such as a weapons upgrade, it wouldn't take her many...
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
If Lester Finch had known he would be a corpse by lunch, he would have bought himself a pastrami sandwich. But he shuffled past the Jewish deli, ignored the German bakery and paid no notice to the French Patisserie. Far from being a food nationalist,...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
_Terminated?_ I was one grade away from being targeted for termination by the MI-16. I had already killed three MI-16 agents, and if the MI-16 decided I was to blame for the death of Jack Tell, they would come screaming at me, like a battalion of...
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
The corpse of Mr. Tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of Ted Jones, was all over the kitchen floor. Like agent Phelps before him, Ted Jones had been torn to shreds. Deep claw marks ran from his torn throat to his open abdomen that was now...
Cry Me a Murder (part seven): Only a Scream Away.
Hotel Kisanti was without electricity. The lights were out, the whooshing of the ceiling fans slowed and rattled like the exhale of a dying man. The industrial freezers thawed, endangering the shelf-lives of a thousand dollars' worth of ice cream. The...
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...
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
We had worked on two cases together already, and our team of otherkin and therian was growing closer with each case. but san blas, mexico was far too away from his jurisdiction. "i can't, man" he finally grunted.
Cry Me a Murder (Part four) : A Strange Crunching Underfoot
That night I played in the hotel bar. I played the guitar and a local musician by the name of Raymundo joined me on the keys. Going by the impromptu stage name of Sunny Dan and the Rayman, we played a bunch of jazz standards right out of _the Real...
Cry Me a Murder (Part three) The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
"I'm putting you into room 110," said Fernando. "It comes with a wonderful view over the rye fields." The manager was a tall, slender man in his late fifties. His hair was almost silvery gray but with no sign of baldness setting in. Thirty years...