Clint cruised slowly down the gravel road, leaving only a thin, short-lived trail of dust behind his RV. Born and raised in just such an area, he knew to avoid kicking up a dust storm if he wanted to remain friendly with the locals. He absolutely wanted...
Once upon a time, there was a crack in the wall of Château de Versailles. It happened in the Hall of Mirrors, center of the French king’s heart. A tiny drop of marble in the lower corner of the wall had eschewed its duty, and abandoned its rightful place....
My dear readers, I’m afraid I have little time to reveal all the secrets which surround me. You see, there is a little time frame at night when a few inanimate objects, blessed with a name, are able to communicate with humans. It’s the only time when I, K...
