We’re five years old! I’m abandoning you now! Bye-bye! Okay, obviously I’m not. I can’t promise you I won’t ever, but it’s my intention to…
[PSI-2] Erik was standing in the front room and clutching a violin, surrounded by haphazard decorations of colored paper, glowing magic, and Barnaby’s paint splats…
[PSI-1] Milo was balancing a tray with a plate, a mug of tea, a soda bottle with a flower in it and an actual soda…
[PSI-3] Sanaam walked slowly up the cobbled street. He’d wanted to be home so badly that Bill had stayed up with him the past five…
[PSI-5] David was playing ‘Music Box Dancer’ in the drawing room. Hyacinth smiled. He had been rather out of sorts lately, not in his usual…
[PSI-4] He had promised her — she recalled it clearly, if not quite when — that if he ever saw any indication he was going…
[PSI-4]What’s this? (It’s getting cold.) He knew that. She knew he knew. They also both knew that she only said it because she wanted him…
[PSI-3] There wasn’t a cloud sign to speak of in the sky. It was overcast, which also described the state of his vision. Not altogether…
[PSI-4] (It’s not that I don’t want to serve you the whole story on a silver platter or I can’t, Barnaby,) said the voice in…
[PSI-3] Barnaby sat up at the sound of his stairs engaging. Irritable old men slept light. He regarded his two unpapered windows with a sigh.…