Grimaldi clapped his hands once, a sharp sound that echoed in the small, dark space. A section of the book-lined wall swung inward without a sound, revealing a hidden alcove. Within it hung a single suit of clothes: a tailored, dark charcoal suit that looked like it would cost more than a car, a simple … Read more
The door boomed shut behind Lochlan Martra the instant he was clear, the sound final and absolute, sealing him in. For a moment, there was only darkness and the rapid, frantic beating of his own heart in his ears. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. “This IS a shitshow,” he muttered to himself. Then, a single gas lamp … Read more
The bad feeling hit him first. Even deep inside his bones he felt the distress of losing and wanted to block it away and drown again. He’d thought of himself as more important than defeat or death, that he’s had some great destiny that would lead beyond feeling this ashamed. Then the bad feeling washed … Read more