Separate Ways

Clothes, ammo, and food. Things that’ll sell even when people are scared and times are hard. --far too many aspiring shopkeepers Lucinda Clover, “Lucy” to everyone...

Exeunt Omnes

The sword on Abram’s hip was heavy. For some time now, it had weighed on him. Heavier than the gun in his holster, heavier...

De Annulos Mysteriis

“It’s one of three volumes,” Valeria explained, pointing to the tome that lay open on the sheriff’s desk. “This is the first one, and...

A New Law

For the first time in hours, the streets of Gomorra were quiet. But this was a new kind of quiet. With Montreal, the quiet was...

Blood Moon Rising

Deputy Timmons reclined in his chair in the sheriff’s office, crossing his boots on the mahogany desk. The sun was on its way down...

Echoes

There was an eerie quiet that held sway over the town below. The smoke from the explosions was still rising, the dust still settling,...

Return to Gomorra, Part 1

 Nighttime on Gomorra’s outskirts was never completely silent. Somewhere a nameless critter howled or squawked at the moon. Occasionally a lonesome traveler whistled to...

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...

Return to Gomorra, Part 3

So far Coot Jenkins, Rafi Hamid, and Jack “Black Jack” Jackson had not seen hide nor hair of any other living being since their...

Immovable Object, Unstoppable Force

Randall was just getting to the good part of his campfire tale when T’ou Chi Chow heard someone coming and silenced him. Within moments, several...