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Chapter Thirty-Seven ‘So you’re telling me you’ve no idea.’ Preston stared at Jacobs, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. Absolutely not.’ Jacobs...

The next morning, Calizone woke early, though not as early as her host. The widow was already up, moving briskly about the hearth and preparing...

People said the eclipse would be partial. Nothing dramatic. Nothing like the total ones he had seen on television, viewed from foreign deserts or mountaintops. There would just be a dimming. A bite taken out of the sun. Enough to make the morning feel strange, perhaps. But not enough to stop him going about his day.

Chapter Eight. Out of Time. A group of weary travellers sat near the hearth, clay mugs in hand, talking quietly. As Calizone passed them, she caught...

(Image link: https://media.australian.museum/media/dd/images/Some_image.width-1200.e8... ) The Paper Wasp (2006) One morning a good ten years ago, I...

Lumen woke up. The fire was out and had been for a time, and the sun was already high, filtering through the highest branches above him. Trying to...

While several brilliant Russian playwrights have been eclipsed by political censorship, Anton Checkhow survived the Tsarist state periodic crackdown.

Save your water for the devil Let the young trees die - the future oxygenators, our only hope for cleaner air. Let the flowers die - Don’t feed the...