Basilisk
# "You really think this will work?" Emelda asked. My young research assistant was hand-selected from the Cult of the Magister inductees the previous year. She believed she was selected based on her aptitude as much as her looks considering I was...
Psychic Tests got Harder
Stanley rubbed his temples, and peeled out of his blue and yellow metallic jumpsuit. The goat gave a long-awaited and heavy sigh as the humid air of the locker room met his sweaty, wiry, curly hair beneath. It had been a long day, to say the least,...
Doctor Trolley's Problem
"You're not yourself." Karl nodded at my words, heavily panting in agreement. He slid a clawed paw through his ebony headfur. Yellow lights flashed a silent alarm throughout the hallway. The panther's eyes would have glowed a deeper yellow if they...
Personal Empowerment
The TV on the kitchen counter blared. Traffic was backed up at the interchange downtown, thick boiling black smoke obscuring the knot of the two highways intersecting in the tangled knot of elevated byways, and obscuring everything below from the news...