[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-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-1] Hyacinth felt someone yank on the side of her dress, which hadn’t happened since Erik was an excitable toddler. She didn’t think Lucy was…
[PSI-1] Flying over San Rosille by night, at a safe altitude to avoid detection, was like being caught between two blankets of stars. SoHo had…
[PSI-1] The fair-haired gentleman in the fashionable fall overcoat opened the back door a crack to make sure he wasn’t going to nail anyone in…
PSI-3 Woden’s Day “Hello? Hello, dear one! How’s it going? Oh. Okay. I know you’re excited about this, but please remember you’re relying on a…
PSI-1 There was a dark-haired weedy little man in a black three piece suit and glasses standing outside of the ticket booth holding a little…
PSI-2 Ann was reading a novel in one of the big chairs in the front room. There was an open box of chocolates on the…