by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
Behind that unassuming entrance, similar to all the others on the street with its polished knocker and well-swept stairs, lurked the man Harry had come to London to find. He had confirmed that Beaumont, the wastrel who’d trifled with Amelia, spent a large portion of...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
The whooping and screeching of the building’s fire alarm would have drowned out a louder voice than Peter’s, but he refused to evacuate without the damned cat. “Tripod! Triiiiipod! Where the heck are you?” No answer. Not like the cat knew his name anyway…or, you know,...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
The first time I saw Chris—well, actually, I heard Chris before I saw him, because he’s always tended to be a lot louder than he is tall. So I caught his shrill, furious protest all the way across the big open space in front of the university library, and the first...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
Four Years Ago Through the rain-specked windshield he was as indistinct as a ghost, a gray shadow bathed in the sickly orange of the street light over the bus stop. I’d planned to get a burger, maybe a root beer and some fries if I had a few quarters in the...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
For the third time that week, Hot Scruffy Leather Jacket Dude stood by the true crime shelf, holding the latest bestseller in the genre and shaking his head slowly as he leafed through it. I watched him from the shelter of world religions, peeking over the top of a...
by Natana Holbrook | Jan 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
“What’s the beast mean by living up the hill from a bloody market town?” the merchant groused, pausing to take a deep swig of his ale. “Villages. Dragons terrorize bloody villages, not hubs of commerce. Or they live out in a cave somewhere, sit on a pile of gold and...
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