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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...

The shirt he was holding slipped to the floor as his thoughts turned inward to that day. The little café in Rio with the red exterior was...

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

The clouds had begun to roll in with the promise of an evening thunderstorm by the time the men returned to the house.

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...

The sun streamed through the slats of the faded gray miniblinds creating rays of dust glittered light.

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...

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.

This series is a bit of an experiment. You might call it a catalogue of sorts. Just a peek into the darker corners of the collective unconsc

The five of us sat perfectly still at the center of a human hurricane. The flurry of activity never touched us. How could it?

Samantha didn't need Riley to come crashing back into her life and turn everything upside down again. Riley never intended to see Sam again.