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Let me tell you about one of the biggest nuisances I have to deal with. Usually this doesn’t happen too often, just once a year or so. I mean when […]

In Which We Learn of Beginnings and Awakenings Birth-pains Segment One: The Hanged Thief I’ve always thought you could learn a lot given enough money and enough time, but seventeen […]

Warren is not the brightest adept you ever met but his heart is in the right place. This is from a game I ran about 8 years ago. It is […]

An Adept meets with an old friend, but things have changed. I knew you would be here. Not in any concrete way, but the same way I know when a […]

A man who won’t stop. And a pause on the trip. He could make it in the big city. He was sure of it. Urban legends accreted around a kernel […]

A little thing I wrote about a man and his dead daughter. The Doll By Tim Akers I dream of angels and wheels, and of a picnic on a summer […]

In the East Village, the opening gambit of a bid for immortality. New York in August bears a serious resemblance to Hell. Like Jules had always said – “I’m not […]

A glimpse into the Order of Saint Cecil. THE FLESH IS WILLING, BUT THE SPIRIT IS WEAK by Chad Underkoffler Operator: “This is the English-language Response Line. How may we […]