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-4 “Who are you?” Calliope said. She’d seen Erik being other people before. That was his eyepatch and his underwear and his body, but he…
PSI-4 “He tried to kill us,” someone said. A male voice. Hyacinth glanced away from the floating bottle to investigate. But the improvised firebomb was…
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-4 There was a young woman sitting on Calliope’s bed and sobbing. Steven had his arm around her and kept handing her tissues. “He didn’t…
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-3 Erik heard Vanity Fare drifting out of the basement. That was Milo’s kind of music. He wandered over and peeked past the doorway with…
PSI-2 The streets were misty, but not rainy. Spring was like that in San Rosille, vacillating between wet and balmy like a romantic poem. Shall…
PSI-2 Erik had set up some of his toys in the dining room, in preparation for more playing with Maggie. He specifically added the ones…
PSI-2 Mordecai already looked worried, which Milo felt bad about. He should’ve done the cards faster, but there were a lot of people he needed…