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The Shadow's Record
Marcus Thorne did not walk; he glided. He moved through the glass towers of Manhattan with the...
The Border of Empires
The world was a map of bleeding edges. To the East lay the Solar Empire, a monolith of gold and...
The Pale Covenant
Morag put a piece of the snake molt between her teeth on the evening we were married, and I...
Dean Harlowe woke up at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday and lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling crack that ran from the corner of the room to the wall behind his bed. It looked like a river on a map. He'd been looking at it for three years.
The apartment was cold. The heating had been off for two months. He'd put on the same clothes...
The Gilded Ascent
The party was in full swing when Gerald Parke received the telegram. It arrived on a Thursday in...