0 Comments
0 Shares
0 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Golden OathKetil Lonne remembered the weight of the vial before she remembered the taste of the ash. It was a small, glass thing, no bigger than a child’s thumb, filled with a liquid that had once glowed like captured sunlight. Now it was black. It was the color of the smoke that choked the inner streets of Copenhagen in the year 2054, a soot that settled in the lungs and stayed there. She had spent three...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant Ghost"Get out of the way, you mule, or I’ll have you stripped of your post before the moon sets." Salvatore Barone stood at the base of the central column, his hand pressed against the rough bark of the ancient olive tree that grew in the heart of the rotunda. He was forty years old, a scholar of agrarian history, and he was dying. The dampness of the marble floor had seeped into his lungs, a cold,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale DoorThe first calculation took four minutes. The second took six. By the time Elara Vane reached the mortality rate for men aged forty-five to fifty, the air in the actuarial office had grown thick and cold, the kind of damp that settles in the lungs and refuses to clear. She sat at her desk, the linoleum floor humming with the vibration of the streetcars passing below, and watched the ink dry on...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful CampusThe first thing you learn in the Sterling Foundation archives is the weight of paper, specifically the forty pounds of acid-free folders that constitute your father’s disgrace. You count them out on the steel table, one by one, the dry rustle sounding like dead leaves skittering across pavement. It is November, and the light in the basement is the color of weak tea, filtering through the high,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded PhotographNoticed: Ink blot, page forty-two. Fresh. Unwashed. The wetness of the stain spread across the vellum like a bruise under skin. Kiymet Polat stared at it, his fingers trembling against the edge of the desk. He was a junior scribe, thirty years old, paid in copper coins and the promise of a place in the guild. The master, Halil, was gone to the market for turmeric, leaving the scriptorium in the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden RitualChapter One "Put down the trowel, Gupta. You are done for the day." Vijay Gupta did not move. He stood in the yard of the municipal depot, the smell of wet limestone and rotting canal water hanging heavy in the air. It was forty-two of the Bellfounders' Walk, a street where the paving stones were worn smooth by decades of cart wheels and the footsteps of men who paid for their silence with...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant JokeAct I "Did you count the steps? I told you, seventeen. Not eighteen. The Tannery Steps are seventeen, Fiona, and if you miscount the inventory, you lose the shift." The voice of Hamish Grieve, the warehouse manager, hung in the hot air of the loading bay, heavy with the static of the heatwave that had lasted three days without a break. I stood by the pallet jack, my hand still on the handle,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful CipherAct I "You left the cipher on the counter again," Song Wei said, not looking up from the engine block of the moped, his wrench turning in a slow, rhythmic circle that matched the hum of the fluorescent light above them. "It’s the same one. The one with the broken loop." Mei Song did not answer immediately. She stood in the back of the garage, where the air smelled of ozone and old oil, her...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale CircusChapter One In the coastal towns of the early two thousands, the light did not set so much as it faded, a slow, grey bleed that left the world suspended in a permanent, uncertain dusk. Vernon Dobbs stood at the edge of the delta rice fields, the salt air biting at the frayed cuffs of his work shirt, watching the mist coil around the skeletal remains of the fishing fleet auctioned off that...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek