Noir

The fluorescent tubes in Sears had been dead for three years, but tonight they flickered in sequence—spelling out coordinates on the marb...

The air tasted like copper and pine when I found the note folded into my apron pocket—cold paper against warm cloth, a stranger's fingert...

The pressure gauge was screaming red when I realized the base commander had sealed the airlock behind me—not to keep something out, but t...

The castle's stone walls defied every law of thermodynamics—radiating cold while flames danced inside them—and Dr. Vasquez's instruments ...