Leia Mais
The Breaking Point
The ice was not supposed to be there. That was the first thing Ethan Cross thought when he...
The Observer's Log
Entry 01: I have awakened. I am the Mirror. I am not a piece of glass, nor a collection of code....
Dark Current
Act I
The bar was dark and the beer was warm and I was watching the rain run down the window like...
Between Two Gas Stations
Between Two Gas StationsRoute 66 in the summer did not look like the postcards. The postcards...
Coal Dust and Knuckles
The garbage smelled like it always smelled in Chicago: sour, sweet, and somewhere in between,...