Just ahead in the wide lawn between the tree line and the Old Dame was the Framing Chamber. Its pure white walls were seamless,...
- The plane careened, engine on fire, and it ducked behind the endless maze of towers. There was a rumble in the ground, a...
– The whip and sting of Poseidon’s cold barbs pulled Grim from his philosophic musings, straight down the bottom of Maslow’s pyramid. He was...
