I don’t really want to get up from my rocking chair on the porch. I’m seventy-two, and some days it seems like everything hurts. What I wouldn’t give to just drive to the drug store and buy a bottle of Advil. But no, those days are long gone.…

Nothing prepares me for the scale of Paradox Station, a place where the tracks converge and separate like all the choices you ever wanted to make.…

When we first came here to this foreign place, we were new — we were strange.…

“The holy man was bringing healing water from the sacred mountain.” Claudio bends down to her height, hunching his broad shoulders to whisper to her. “Guess somebody killed him for it.”…