Noir

The curse broke like a lightbulb filament—one second of impossible silence in the bunker, then the fluorescents screamed back to life and...

The acrobat's dead body was still swinging when Kess pulled the note from the lion tamer's pocket—THEY KNOW YOU'RE NOT A CLOWN.

The mansion's third-floor studio still smelled like turpentine and the previous tenant's grief, but it was the half-finished portrait beh...

The fortune teller's tent exhaled its usual perfume of musk and lies until Kovak, the elephant handler with scarred knuckles and a detect...

The carousel horses in the dead mall's center court still had their eyes—glass marbles catching what little light filtered through the br...