Free HOOK Edit: Dear Major Bradon—

Dear Major Bradon, I’ll keep this simple for you. Technomancy: The fine art of combining science and sorcery. Technomancers: People who manage to survive combining science and sorcery. Did I mention that there aren’t that many of us? We’ve been called many things over the years, alchemists, magicians… But don’t… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Dear Major Bradon—”

Free HOOK Edit: To begin with, Marlowe was dead—

To begin with, Marlowe was dead. The police dispatcher said that over the phone, when he broke into Ben’s sleep at five a.m., and the coroner’s assistant said it again, to Ben’s face. Marlowe had been dead at least seven hours, shot and dumped in a filthy alley. The assistant… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: To begin with, Marlowe was dead—”

Free HOOK Edit: In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong—

In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong and grey walls and the cramping in his joints for company, regrets and misgivings gathered in a half circle around him and waited for answers. He was a little late to this party. Coming to terms with these entities should have… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong—”