[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-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.…
[PSI-2] Calliope was crouched in one of the nice chairs in the front room, like a gargoyle. She was wearing a red and gold skirt…
[PSI-2] As the third son of a third son, Barnaby Marion Fayrfowel Graham had grown up knowing he was sort of a spare inheritor who…
PSI-5 Hyacinth was sitting on the dining room step, because the cots were uncomfortable. She had slipped both feet out of her shoes, but since…
PSI-2 Milo opened his door at five in the morning and detected breakfast. Not a faint indication of breakfast that might’ve been made in the…
PSI-1 Barnaby awoke at precisely 5:13 AM, burdened with glorious knowledge. (Also a full bladder, but that was incidental.) Everyone in this house is sick.…