When we read a whodunnit novel, we race the fictional detective, hoping to discover who committed the crime, before they identify the murderer in the big reveal scene.…
Silence followed as Jim carefully scanned every article, and Mavis touched each
line. The way they knew, for Jim, this knowledge came differently to Mavis. For him, the
words stood out boldly. He couldn’t miss it. ‘That’s the one,’ he pointed.…
People were already leery of the Arrow Drive; if we had any more mishaps, we’d forfeit our safety rating altogether and be barred not only from the lucrative corporate runs but also from such bread-and-butter jobs as our present engagement: the off-peak special to Gabor II.…
All I can think about is the impure blood roiling uneasily in my veins. Under normal circumstances, the faintest trace of human ancestry would be enough to keep me forever excluded from this place – and the last elf in my family line was four generations back.…
The hand first appeared when you returned home to practice the fourth song again, wrapping over your own hand clutching onto the neck of your viola, holding on iron tight until the strings slice through your built-up calluses, until blood coats the strings with your fingerprints.…
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