Feb 16, 2013 | Fiction |
When Gabriel Syme found himself finally established in a chair, and opposite to him, fixed and final also, the lifted eyebrows and leaden eyelids of the Professor, his fears fully returned. This incomprehensible man from the fierce council, after all, had certainly...
Oct 12, 2008 | Fiction |
To Xan’s dark-adapting eye the faceless waiter now looked implausibly young: he seemed about to recommend a glass of milk. ‘I’ll have what you have,’ she said. All the more reason, then, to order an ocean of blue ruin.
