The trail went cold three miles outside of Ashby, and Lewis Hale was bleeding again. He pressed two fingers against the gash on his forearm — a hunting knife, close call, closer than he'd had in years — and kept moving through the pine forest at a pace that would have broken a younger man. … Continue reading The Weight of Silver
Something I Made Up
Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act III
This is an unofficial work of fan fiction. Indiana Jones, Short Round, and related characters are the property of Lucasfilm Ltd. This story is shared for entertainment purposes only and no commercial claim is made. Act Three: The Dragon's Eye The monastery had no name that appeared on any map Li had consulted, which was … Continue reading Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act III
Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act II
This is an unofficial work of fan fiction. Indiana Jones, Short Round, and related characters are the property of Lucasfilm Ltd. This story is shared for entertainment purposes only and no commercial claim is made. Act Two: Into Occupied China The river vessel was called the Dongting Plum and it smelled powerfully of fish, engine … Continue reading Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act II
Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act I
I rewatched Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom recently, and somewhere between the mine cars and the Thuggee cult, I found myself stuck on a question I'd never really considered before: whatever happened to Short Round? He's one of the more memorable sidekicks in the Indiana Jones films, but he never appears in anything … Continue reading Short Round and the Dragon’s Eye – Act I
What the Dark Remembers
The dig site smelled like old rain and copper. Christina Reyes had been told to expect that — the mineral tang of deep earth, the particular damp of soil that hadn't seen sunlight in centuries. What Professor Aldrich's textbooks had not prepared her for was the silence. Not the comfortable silence of a library or … Continue reading What the Dark Remembers
The Coldest Case
The sign on the frosted glass door read Morrow Investigations in flaking gold letters, and beneath that, in smaller text that most people squinted at twice: Specializing in the Matters Others Cannot Explain. Elliot Morrow had written that line himself, eight years ago, after the Briarloch haunting. Before that job, he'd been a regular private … Continue reading The Coldest Case
The Weight of the Eagle
The aqueduct hummed. Marcus Varro had never noticed it before — not in fifteen years of service, not through three postings across the empire. But standing here in the pre-dawn stillness of the Virginian hills, listening to the ancient water channels feeding the sprawling city of Nova Londinium below, he noticed it now. A low, … Continue reading The Weight of the Eagle
The Weight of Ash
The summons came at the third bell of the night cycle, when the Celestine Throne's corridors were empty and the great ship hummed to itself in the dark between stars. Maren Solís had been awake anyway. She sat at her desk in the cramped antechamber adjoining the Chancellor's private quarters, pretending to review trade manifests … Continue reading The Weight of Ash
The Most Dangerous Substitute
Gary Pullman had spent seventeen years teaching seventh-grade history, which meant he had developed an almost supernatural ability to look completely unbothered by chaos. This skill, it turned out, would become his greatest liability. He was in Lisbon for a reason that could not have been less glamorous: the International Symposium on Middle School Curriculum … Continue reading The Most Dangerous Substitute
The Passenger
The first sign was my coffee cup. I remember it clearly because I had been thinking about nothing in particular — the weather, maybe, or whether I'd remembered to pay the electric bill — when my hand simply set the mug down on the edge of the counter. Not dropped it. Set it. Deliberately, almost … Continue reading The Passenger
The Confusing Middle 