Lay on Hands

Sister Lois Otwell stepped off the coach, assisted by a stocky, older gentleman with a mustache. The man wore a fine suit, far too...

Sarah Meoquanee

Sarah Meoquanee crouched at a ridge at the top of the maze. She’d first scouted these parts for the Union Army a while back,...

Friendship is Magic

Xiong “Wendy” Cheng rode her horse out to the Blake Ranch as the sun descended in the late afternoon sky. In the distance, a...

The Streets Ran Red

Sloane watched as the sheriff carried the injured blonde deputy down the street toward Dr. Emanuel Ashbel’s office. She leaned against the wall of a...

Miasmatic Purifier

Right in front of me stood a large metal box, about the size of three outhouses. I held up a torn piece of the...

No More Funny Business

A dozen plague-ridden figures stumbled forward toward Abram Grothe and his posse from the back of the circus tent. “I need someone to handle...

Justice and Vengeance

Hooves pounded on the dry Maze dirt in rhythm with Sloane’s heart as she raced through Gomorra. A dozen of her gang’s most ruthless...

Gomorra Jail

With a whiskey bottle secure in hand, Clyde Owens bounded into the Gomorra jail. He sang in a gruff, raspy voice and didn’t give...

Mugging

“Excellent, Travis. You look just like him … at least enough to fool someone in the dark. How well can you imitate his voice?”...

The Summoning

The stench of burnt flesh rose from a body beside a half-dug grave, the headstone labeled Tom Place. Kevin Wainwright, standing less than half...