[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] 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-4] (It’s not that I don’t want to serve you the whole story on a silver platter or I can’t, Barnaby,) said the voice in…
[PSI-3] Barnaby sat up at the sound of his stairs engaging. Irritable old men slept light. He regarded his two unpapered windows with a sigh.…
[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 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-4 “He tried to kill us,” someone said. A male voice. Hyacinth glanced away from the floating bottle to investigate. But the improvised firebomb was…
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-3 Erik heard Vanity Fare drifting out of the basement. That was Milo’s kind of music. He wandered over and peeked past the doorway with…