Twenty-five years, three months, four days,
eleven hours, eight minutes, and thirty-four seconds ago
TIME WAS NOT, in fact, a draining loss into the infinite.
Up until the very second of the present, it was malleable, not fixed. Clay, not concrete.
Which was something for which the...
"A h, hell, V, you're killing me." Butch O'Neal mined through ZVhis sock drawer, looking for black silk, finding white cotton.
No, wait. He pulled out one dress sock. Not exactly a triumph.
"If I were killing you, cop, footwear'd be the last thing on your mind."
Butch glanced over...
It was in the spring, on a dark April evening, when Detective Thomas DelVecchio Jr. learned that nightmares could in fact make the jump out of the mind and into real life.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't exactly a news flash.
Blood was everywhere. Glossy and crimson in the...
"John Smith rápillantott az órájára, majd körülnézett a Plaza Hotel báltermében.
Jól alakutak a dolgok. A jelentés szerint, amit az előbb a fülében lévő adóvevőn hallott, a nagykövet gépe rendben leszállt a La Guardia repülőtérre, a férfi pedig időben érkezik...