Someone tapped politely at the bathroom door.

Remora cleared her throat. “Just a moment longer!” she called out.

Out of time. What she had would simply have to do.

She turned on the faucet to cover any sounds she might make, then scooped the remains of the crushed leaves into the dustbin. The bottles of ointments, tinctures, powders, perfumes, and lotions, she hurriedly shoved back into the courtesy cupboard without taking the time to arrange them precisely as they’d been when she arrived. With luck, no one would notice or consider it remarkable [...] Continue reading →

Tonight’s post will go up as scheduled, but the next post will be at least a week away. I’ve got a deadline for a short story that (oddly enough) isn’t writing itself.

Please don’t kill me when you find out where I’m halting the story.

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Remora ignored the bloody mess of the man on the floor. She didn’t know who he was or what he’d done, but she had never seen Hank this way before.

She hoped never to do so again.

A bright white light shone, not just from the hammer, but from Hank, as well. The glow crept up his arms, like moss growing across the face of a stone.

Disturbing as the sight was, it was nothing compared to the look in Hank’s eyes. Most of his expression was hidden behind that leather Paladin mask [...] Continue reading →