Tlaloc’s Furies

“Just as I thought,” said Smiling Frog. “The Ever-Triumphant Trail was too well-walked for them. They had to wait until she cut around Devil’s...

Raking Dragons

When I sinned my sin in drunken pride, I used it to force compliance with my evil will. When Heaven sent me down to the mortal...

Harry Highbinder

“Mister Highbinder –” “Please, Lucy, call me Harry. All my friends do.” Lucy Clover scowled. She’d arrested this man, breaking up his card game with a...

The Ballad of Mario Crane, Part 3

They turned to look at me, each of them horrible in their own fashion, people who must wear masks to appear remotely human. In...

Epidemic Laboratory

A man in thick black robes had come for Louis Pasteur, his face concealed by a beaked leather mask, bearing tidings of death. “No luck,”...

The Ballad of Mario Crane, Part 1

The first thing that went through my mind was, “This poor bird clearly should have practiced with balls before he moved up to juggling...

The Shootin’ Life of Jessica Patchett

Sloane didn’t ask for identification when she heard the knock at the door — she knew it was Pancho from the way he walked...

Not Turning Back

“This is an outrage!” Makaio shouted. “Unconscionable! How DARE any of you call yourselves officers of the court!” The first thin, bright fingers of dawn...

High Stakes, Penny Ante

Every eye in the Killer Bunnies Casino was on Tallulah Morgan, every voice silent, holding its breath in anticipation as the dealer across from...

Somethin’ ‘Bout a Sword

October 18, 1877 Abram Grothe was a man of faith, a man of God, a man of peace. In a fight, his first instinct was...