[PSI-1] The worktable in the basement was Milo and Calliope’s preferred space for tandem drawing, but there were cuckoo clock guts all over it, so…
[PSI-2] Brigadier General Glorious D’Iver put her financial surrogate, the homeless schoolteacher, on the bus with all of five sinqs of her paycheque. The rest…
[PSI-1] “That is literally the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” Soup said, stabbing the air with his cigarette. “How dumb are actors?” He was…
PSI-1 Milo paused with his coat halfway off. There was a baseball on the dresser. He checked the window first. It was not impossible the…
PSI-2 Sanaam appeared in the kitchen on Tiw’s Day morning, clutching a package of cold cuts. “I told your mother I was going to help…
PSI-3 Dear Mr. Zusman, I’m back from vacation and I had lots of fun. Enclosed, please find instant photographs of me furthering my education, as…
PSI-3 Maggie read the paper letters strung over the front porch stairs before she even got her hand up to wave to Erik. W-E-H-A-V-E-J-O-I-N-T-C-U-S-T-O-D-Y-O-F-A-D-O-G! Soup…
PSI-2 (What’s This?) The rain was perfectly ordinary. It was gray, miserable, and not a good day for flying. The General peeked down over the…
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 Seth was talking again, but very soft. It took a few repetitions for her to get it: “Worthless person, worthless person, worthless, worthless…” “Hey.”…