PSI-2 It was lunchtime, and the ice cream parlor was buzzing. They didn’t sell chips or sandwiches, but ice cream was part of a balanced…
PSI-2 Erik’s uncle had tried to impress upon him some rules for exploring abandoned buildings. (Because there are a lot of them and I know…
PSI-1 Sanaam abandoned his trunk in the alley and pulled the cheap, painted mask over his face. It was from Wakoku, with bold red and…
PSI-4 Milo woke up late. It was late because it was light out. Hyacinth was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, asleep with her…
PSI-2 “It’s a curse,” Calliope told the gape-mouthed woman at the front desk, as the Ramones played merrily above her. “Grandpa pissed off an old…
PSI-1 The first order of business was tickets, since that was where Hyacinth was waiting for them. (Also she had Erik’s eye in her purse…
PSI-2 The violin lived on the top shelf of the closet — which had somehow survived the siege and the de-metalling of the house so…
PSI-1 “Here ya go, Em,” Calliope said. She handed him a white card that was maybe four times the size of one of Milo’s. Mordecai…
PSI-2 Lacking a balcony, the back stairs made a good set piece. Good for loud urgent running, clumsy or drunken falls, wistful stargazing, wounded patients…
PSI-2 They were on South Hollister, near an automat her mother was acquainted with. It was the first Frig’s Day of the month. Her mother…