02A - Much Earlier...
Daylight had places that nobody every went. That, ironically, never saw daylight. These were the great, grinding bowels of the city. Places that ran on automatic. No technicians would actually enter them due to toxicity or inaccessibility. Instead...
02 - Surrogates and Soviets
Detective first class Dreb'n sighed as the door to his office's antechamber closed behind him. The scant protection of the cheap metal didn't do much to dim the blare from the precinct house behind him. It was oven-hot in the lower city and no amount...
01 - Daylight in the City of Whores
The city of Daylight had many nicknames. While the great and good tended to select and revere those that praised its art, industry and the decadence of its nobles sport, the average citizen shuffling to work or hanging around its litter-strewn gutters...
The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.2 - The Malicious Masquerade
The party was advertised as being a week or so away. Delilah and I had spent several days firefighting our baying creditors and trying our best to sort out the dreadful mess Uncle Bob had left us. By the end of it we were more than looking forward to...
The Stonehouse Mysteries - Preface
I wish to begin with the words 'Dear readers', as is my habit. However for all I know this document will remain locked in some dusty cabinet somewhere without being so much as glanced over. If it ever is read by someone outside that most secretive...
The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.3 - The Malicious Masquerade
Although I was quite dismayed at the state of the outside of Will's house, the interior was a vast improvement. Of course that left it somewhere shy of neglected, but at least it wasn't as bad as I had pictured. The floor was bare boards, grimy and...
The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.1 - The Malicious Masquerade
Many people believe, thanks to both my own claims and the published works I have released, that my first case was that affair with the forged banknotes. However, since I am now setting the record straight it makes sense to go back to the first real...
Prisoner of the Yellow Sign - Part 1
A man sleeps fitfully. He has carried great weights in his waking hours, and now sheds them one dream at a time. Some tangle him close, like ropes from a sunken galleon holding a diver beneath the surface as his oxygen runs low. Some cause him to...