PSI-4 “Is he hurt? Is he hurt?” “I don’t know,” Seth said. “Here. Here.” Mordecai was fluttering around him like a bird at a feeder…
PSI-2 “There are pigeons in the house, Magnificent.” Maggie groaned and threw the covers over her head, revealing her bare feet and muffling her voice,…
PSI-4 He was made of glass, filled up with fire, and cracking. An alembic left burning by an irresponsible alchemist, and there was going to…
PSI-4 The problem — well, one of many problems — with doing a touch-know was when you divided the body into seven sections and every…
PSI-4 “Erik, stay there and don’t…” …don’t call anyone, Erik thought. His hands were twisted up in the fabric of his shirt and pulling in…
PSI-4 The green boy skipped out of La Stella at four o’clock in the afternoon in high spirits, with some attendant difficulty in verbally expressing…
PSI-1 When Calliope learned Mordecai did not require that any of the four dozen eggs be reserved for this evening’s chocolate cake, she requested a…
PSI-3 Mordecai had the violin tucked under his arm. He gestured at them with the bow like a stern schoolmaster. The expression and the three-piece…
PSI-2 Erik and Maggie had crayons and intentions. They were trying to be quiet about it but they had waited until they had Milo alone…
PSI-3 There was something slippery on the floor. Because he had fallen. This was logic. He was having a little trouble with everything else right…