
The sound of his bedroom door being opened woke Katulo. “What is it?”
Read MoreTrees of Bone
I am Big Apple. I bear witness to struggle, to tragedy small and enormous, to daily happiness, madness, and vengeance. I am gas leak, rent hike, and sewer blockage. I am five–alarm fire.
Read MoreWhat I Am
The small girl looks at me with the innocent insolence of children who say out loud what adults are thinking to themselves. A skinny, pale, fair–haired child of five or six, she already looks so like her mother that I feel sorry for her.
Read MoreHome by the Sea
The summer air, already electric with the violence of the war, the assassination attempts successful and unsuccessful, the anti–war riots, became super–charged with the rumor.
Read MoreDispatches from the Revolution
I was supposed to go to the ball, but I spent the night licking out my stepsister instead.
Read MoreAll That Fairy Tale Crap
MISTER JOHNSON: Thanks for your help everybody. I think we’ve collected even more than we did in last year’s good drive.
Read MoreThe Creature in Your Neighborhood
Saskia leaned into the darkness above the stage, only vaguely aware of the wood rail against her hips as she retied the left headstring on her marionette. On the stage below, the Snow Queen’s head eased into balance.
Read MoreBody Language
It didn’t take with me, the world and its rules, the things it expected of me. In the end, that’s the only reason why I find myself still here after all these countless years, and still I refuse to leave the scene. If you drop a beat, I’m on it. If I hear the slightest scratch, I’m ready to spin.
Read MoreSister Twelve: Confessions of a Party Monster
They left Abal in a hurry, after Ozma’s mother killed the constable. It was a shame, too, because business had been good. Ozma’s mother had invitations almost every night to one party or another in the finest homes of Abal.
Read MoreThe Constable of Abal