A MURDER ON NEW YEAR’S EVE

A MURDER ON NEW YEAR’S EVE

The woman who walked through the blue front door of Precinct 27 at 11:43 p.m. on December 31 wasn’t exactly pretty but from the confidence in her stride, you knew she had once been exceedingly beautiful. Now, at 11:44, she looked desperate, with hair clinging to her forehead in thick,

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 4]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 4]

“The rhythm of good music casually beats to the steady sound of our souls.” -Salamandre, Brixie Boundaries for Social Interaction Volume VIX “There you are Salaslav!” Louisa exclaimed and it was the prettiest word he’d ever heard. He’d change his name to hear it again. And then change it to hear

LIGHT ON ICE

LIGHT ON ICE

They were broken before they began, two snowflakes pirouetting toward the ground, toward the lights of a city made just for them. Everything was ordinary when the morning in question appeared, new and bright with a faint layer of fallen snow. December days were sometimes like that though, routine at

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