PSI-3 There was an unanticipated logistical problem with the chairs. There were plenty of chairs, such as they were, just not enough flat surface at…
PSI-1 The morning of the twelfth, Ann went out first thing to purchase pastries. This would not overtax the kitchen, the dishes, or Mordecai, all…
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-2 “Calliope, are you certain you’re managing all right, dear?” Ann asked. For about the third time. Since they’d passed Swan’s Neck. Calliope smiled. She…
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-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 Resplendent in her greatcoat, riding skirt and hat, the General knocked on the door to Room 103. She had replaced the gloves with fawn-colored…