[PSI-2] Erik was standing in the front room and clutching a violin, surrounded by haphazard decorations of colored paper, glowing magic, and Barnaby’s paint splats…
[PSI-1] Milo was balancing a tray with a plate, a mug of tea, a soda bottle with a flower in it and an actual soda…
[PSI-3] Sanaam walked slowly up the cobbled street. He’d wanted to be home so badly that Bill had stayed up with him the past five…
[PSI-4]What’s this? (It’s getting cold.) He knew that. She knew he knew. They also both knew that she only said it because she wanted him…
[PSI-3] There wasn’t a cloud sign to speak of in the sky. It was overcast, which also described the state of his vision. Not altogether…
[PSI-2] At the Table Milo noted Polyhymnia’s husband holding one of the tiny plates near the free food and frowning. He had to assume Hector…
[PSI-2] Mordecai Eidel, late of two wars (or at least one, plus a little terrorism) was leading this invasion from behind, with both arms spread…
[PSI-2] Calliope was crouched in one of the nice chairs in the front room, like a gargoyle. She was wearing a red and gold skirt…
[PSI-2] Milo had his eyes winced tightly shut. This was fine. This was really important for Calliope, and she was doing a lot of extra…
[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…