Bright Light, Dark Heart

Kevin Wainwright entered Ivor Hawley’s private tent to find him seated at his desk. Kevin wrung his hands, as he knew Ivor’s plans were...

Old Wounds, Fresh Blood

A While Ago Black Elk tried to relax as his spirit rose from his kneeling body. Exploring the tribe’s new home delighted him, but strange...

Ballot Counter

“It looks like a pipe organ.” Dave poked the blueprint. It did. Roderick Byre smiled weakly, wiping his brow. Then he spoke with renewed enthusiasm. “The herculean...

Blood in the Dust

Wendy Cheng, formerly known as Xiong, slumped against a hitching rail and surveyed her shadow cast by the midday sun. She traced the outline of...

A Logical Descension

Drew Beauman surveyed the blasted remains of Hawley’s circus. He crept amidst the torn canvas and blackened posts, and paused once more to close...

A Lioness in the Den

The Right Reverend Gregory Simon had just arrived in Gomorra, following his quarry. He had doggedly chased every whisper, zigzagging from Kansas to California...

Repaid with Interest

Michael Dodge stood on the roof of the First Bank of Gomorra, looking at the office next door. A small glyph was carved on...

Falling Star

Falling Star by Jeff Bailey   In most of the world, sunset was the sun’s warm embrace across the world before it receded. In Gomorra, it was...