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...

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...

Owl’s Insight

“Butch.” Butch Deuces didn’t like it, but he had no choice. The spirits hated being pestered for frequent favors, but how was he supposed to...

Bad Medicine

Lying there in her four-post bed, shivering, soaked in sweat, reeking and unkempt, Lillian Morgan could no longer remember a time in her life...

Lighting the Fuses

I should be disappointed. After all, this is Plan B, and Plan B usually only comes about through failure. My little bacterial plague should have...

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...

Opening Act

As Ivor Hawley walks, he stirs broken and heartless people into his wake, a comet of ill omen passing through and tearing a dark...

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...

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...

The Orphanage

Miss Willa Mae was way too strict. She said they could drape sheets off the top bunk to make their fort, but they couldn’t...