[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-3 “This is fabulous!” Ann declared, gazing into Lola’s eye. Just the one. She’d politely removed it for examination. “I think you’ve patched it better…
PSI-3 Ann, Cerise and Calliope watched contemplatively as two crossdressing performers in the tackiest faux-Iroquoise costumes imaginable brought ‘Wig-Wam Bam’ by Sweet to a lip-synced…
PSI-2 He knew she was noticing the scars. She had her head against him and she wasn’t looking, but she was stroking his arm and…
PSI-2 The rain had continued well into normal working hours, with intermittent drizzle and thunder over the city until ten. Everyone knew they had the…
PSI-1 Hyacinth regarded Barnaby. Barnaby regarded Hyacinth. He was standing with both hands on the upstairs railing and looking down. She was standing amidst boxes,…
PSI-4 The pink woman in the high-backed chair tented her fingers against her chin and addressed the blonde woman she had glued to the wall…
PSI-2 Erik and Seth had done pretty well carving out a bachelor existence in a half hour with limited supplies. There were random piles of…
PSI-2 Hyacinth awoke to find a tray full of eggs florentine, hot coffee and strawberry pie waiting for her on her dresser, still warm and…
PSI-1 The morning of the twelfth, Ann went out first thing to purchase pastries. This would not overtax the kitchen, the dishes, or Mordecai, all…