[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-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-3 It had knocked over the kitchen trash can and eaten most of the bloody butcher paper from last night’s pork roast. It was currently…
PSI-2 Hyacinth had successfully declined an invitation to be a living emotional crutch for an afternoon. On that basis, she was pleased with herself, even…
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-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-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…