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We dropped into the monorail bunk like ghosts. The entrance was a shredded seam in the old LAX overpass—an angry, jagged rent where...

The briefing was a map of bones. Serah's files gave me coordinates over a honeycomb of shipping lanes and ghostly transit lines. Pod-3's...

The long table filled the room like a sacrament. The holographic city in its center blinked and breathed under the hands of several...

The archive they led me into was called the Gallery of Lost Things, and the name fit. It was a room the size of a small cathedral,...

The sunlight streaming through the blue-tinted glass woke me like a blade. It wasn’t the warm, forgiving dawn of some old life; it was a...

*This story was originally published in February of 2022. I've always felt that it needed an update. This is the resulting...

Book cover for the science fiction short story Neon Ashes by Tabz Jones Prologue Neo-Noir City never slept. It pulsed. From the...

"Tanith Caroline Buchanan! Pay attention." Tannie's aunt was beyond herself, again. Would the child ever get her head out of the clouds? ...

Kathryn St. John threw the silver blade as hard as she could against the obsidian armor of the nearest daemon ...

"Captain Sloan, let's cut to the chase, shall we. I've watched the video of your interrogation of your mother. To be honest, your...

She was right in one way. My need to see her and the rest of the coven destroyed is what led me to join the BHL in the first place. But...

Preface This short story was submitted for an anthology titled, Midian Unmade: Tales of Clive Barker's Nightbreed that was published in...

In a world of witches, demons, angels, and other supernatural beings, Tannie just wanted to go back to being oblivious of ALL of it.

Society after WWIII is worse than anyone could have predicted. The global fallout brought out the beast (literally) in every survivor.