not like being ignored. 'Empress,' I thought, projecting my thoughts towards her. It had been a long time since we last communicated through mind-speak. 'I am at your service.'

Eliza the witch was thoroughly disappointed with the sky's performance. The indigo ceiling glimmered with far-off stars, rather than the press of black clouds. Time for some magic.

Clouds of golden pollen exploded across the countryside, gilding the green meadows and country farmhouses. It was less dangerous than the artillery we were expecting, but hay fever

that warned me that I wanted what I wasn't ready for. I sang back an aria about how the war would be here soon & he needed to see we didn't have the time for the old ways just now.

ing out of his nethers like there was no tomorrow. Thank goodness for a medical excuse not to give a press conference, but Det J wasn't quite ready for his time to be up. He saw Dr

my thought. Then I felt a heavy arm across my shoulders and that guy and I left Fremont Street and walked out into the desert. "Your attention disturbed my boss during Baccarat."

It felt like living in some kind of Ira Levin nightmare. My lover, my family, my coworkers – they could all be replaced by bots and they would be no less human. My only option

"Conservation of the Spice proceeds apace," agreed the cats of the Atreides and others in their mesh. "These monkeys with their Messiahs are accomplishing more than they can know,"

The Dog Bowl was an old Indian sacred mound. The Indians claimed that all the dogs in the world used to have great gatherings inside the Dog Bowl. I gave birth to Madraghan there.

By a conspiracy of diversions involving free personal starfighters and the lure of blowing things up, the women of Earth sent the worst of the menlings into space. Now the real war

off as diamond or even cubic zirconia, that’s their problem. And if too many polished turds in circulation devalues our currency, that doesn’t mean you outlaw turd polish.

which read. "I've franchised 2nd comings to Heavenly Host Inc. In lieu of a visit by the three kings, 3 nappies are included." The baby in the paper bag looked up at me and winked.

Sure, they misspelled my name, but hey- it's a missile! Best birthday gift ever. Or an attempt at assassination. Which has the word ass in it.

As I recall, at the time my objections were deemed overly pecuniary and dismissed rather cavalierly. Now that is blown up in your faces, you come in here asking me to do the impos

The street light across and kitty corner to the Forsyght Building saw it all. It saw who arrive and when she talked to the red bandanna on the front steps. It heard red bandana's t

In order to do so, you'll need a few things. Most importantly is somewhere you can store your words for safe-keeping. Then you need a life jacket and maybe some rope, or a ladder.

Suddenly there was a man standing in front of me with his hand outstretched for a handshake. I looked at him & then around. WTF. I shook his hand. "It's a deal then", he said & dis

"Yes! Yes, there was purpose behind this burning! I give you your purpose!" Surrounded by the angry mob he threw down the body of the dead alien baby with his face. "They're pods!"

Oftentimes, a quick look can tell you so many things. 1st, it answers about intention & your agency level. 2nd, it reveals the Will-for-Itself that will drive everything after nous

Clifford Smemak was looking out his second story apartment window chowing down on a bowl of fried eggs and really spicy salsa when a golden scarab came crashing though the window.