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-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…
PSI-4 There was a young woman sitting on Calliope’s bed and sobbing. Steven had his arm around her and kept handing her tissues. “He didn’t…
PSI-3 Soup burst into the kitchen via the back door — the kid with the red bow tie and chequered cap, not the meal you…
PSI-2 The streets were misty, but not rainy. Spring was like that in San Rosille, vacillating between wet and balmy like a romantic poem. Shall…
PSI-4 “Is he hurt? Is he hurt?” “I don’t know,” Seth said. “Here. Here.” Mordecai was fluttering around him like a bird at a feeder…
PSI-4 “Erik, stay there and don’t…” …don’t call anyone, Erik thought. His hands were twisted up in the fabric of his shirt and pulling in…
PSI-2 Technically, it was Barnaby’s idea. Ann and Milo only figured it out because it seemed like everyone was bored and unhappy, especially Erik and…
PSI-3 The General approached Cinders Alley in mid-train, already frowning. This is insupportable. Why doesn’t he do something about the noise? The children were singing,…
PSI-5 Hyacinth rolled out of bed and put her feet on the floor. The bare wood felt like an ice floe, despite the socks. She…