The Unreal World: Magicus Mundi
"Is that what you want?" he asked, holding her gaze.
"I asked, didn't I?" she said. Hope and disbelief warred in her, came out as bad temper. "And I don't mean a zombie, dead flesh animated and forced to feign a life that it can barely recall. Don't give me any Star Trek Prime Directive objections either … that you're not allowed to interfere. You claim to be a god. Put up or shut up. Can you do it?" Read more
Tall, Dark … Crazy
Sylvie fumbled to a seat on the stairs. She had never seen a sorcerer so strong—she refused to contemplate the other. "Help?" she echoed.
"I need you to find my lover," Dunne said. Read more
Closing up Shop: the Real World
Sylvie Lightner studied her coffeemaker with a weary and contemplative eye, trying to decide if she should dump the carafe and pack the machine now, or keep the caffeine until the very last moment. Maybe she could just leave it behind, along with everything else: her obligations, her pride, her pain. Just walk away from it, and pretend it wouldn't follow. Read more
