Turned Out
In a tech-less dystopia, it’s hard to know who you can count on. Even those you’ve trusted with your life could betray you. It hurts even more when it’s someone you called a friend.
The Full Moon
Sometimes the why doesn’t matter. Sometimes theories are just a waste of time. Sometimes, all that matters is attending to the business at hand. Someone really should tell him. He won’t shut up.
A Slight Issue
What’s worse than Dave & Buster’s? Gary. Is worse. And worse still is a business meeting at Dave & Buster’s during which you discover you have just 24 hours to pull off a complex, dangerous job.
By Hand
Sometimes, a little is a lot. Especially when casting a spell that requires precision. If you’re lucky, you have a friend to help you clean up the mess—even if they’re an ass about it.
Raven’s Stupid Friend
“Wait. Fucking Tarot?” Heather asked. Raven looked to the woman across the table. “I don’t read Tarot,” the woman said. She produced a worn deck of cards. Playing cards. “I read these.”
One Slip
Mercifully, the lab was quiet. She moved slowly. She understood how easily a simple mistake could fuck her over. One slip. One careless moment. One misplaced jab. One prick, and you’re fucked.
The Trials of Training
Rose huffed. She hated the trials—the timed sections most of all. “How do you expect me to cast something so complex in such a short amount of time?” she asked. “Swiftly,” Mason said.
Headed East
“I can’t believe we found it.” Sloane was clutching the Polaroid. It was a ragged thing, tattered with smeared blood on the edges. But it was the only lead they had, and here they were.
Insufferable
Of all the things I hate about Bethany, none is more irksome than her clomping. She clomps around at all hours, each footfall landing solid on the hardwoods and reverberating throughout the house.