[PSI-1] Soup smacked open the back door without checking to see if anyone was behind it. He grinned. “Hi, Miss Hyacinth!” She paused with a…
PSI-4 “Who are you?” Calliope said. She’d seen Erik being other people before. That was his eyepatch and his underwear and his body, but he…
PSI-5 Seth was talking again, but very soft. It took a few repetitions for her to get it: “Worthless person, worthless person, worthless, worthless…” “Hey.”…
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…
PS-2 The weekday comics were small, black-and-white strips, maybe seven panels at the most, concerned with a gag a day or an incremental advancement of…
PSI-2 See a light. A round glass bulb… “I can do the whole lamp.” I know, dear one. But this isn’t about going very fast…
PSI-3 Auntie Enora woke Hyacinth late. She had already given Mordecai his breakfast and he had handled it well. “Miz Hyacinth, this is my last…
PSI-2 Milo checked outside of his door for porridge. Yesterday, there had been porridge. The previous day, as soon as he’d set foot in the…
PSI-3 “Oh my gods, look at these counters,” said Auntie Enora. Erik put a hand to his head. “I’ve never been so short! How old…
PSI-3 Erik was awake and Milo was asleep. It had been the other way for a long time, then they both had been asleep, now…