“Put this on. You’ll blend in better,” Kusata says. One of his men hands me a bright pink yukata and beckons for me to take
Category: The Story
The Summer Festival is here! J-District is decked out in all sorts of colorful glee. Banners up everywhere in countless symbols I can’t possibly read.
The Crusader isn’t a lot like I thought he’d be. A balding, skinny Black man with a mustache and glasses. Without the armor, he looks
And it is indeed true, the news tells me, that Mighty Slammer has broken out of jail. Last night, deep in the dark, there was
Please subscribe to my new story, Her Golemancer Girlfriend. ATL fans will love this one too. — I got another e-mail from Karina today. Last night for
“Oh, Tracy Silver, nice to see you again!” Phil exclaims the moment he sees the back of my head. I had been darting around the
My next book is coming extremely soon, and here’s an exclusive preview for you lucky Quinlan Vaulters. “Oh boy, this is such a mess, Morgan.” “I
I’m completely dead. You remember the last time I was here after a big day, and Larkins was all “You look like shit dude” and
I run around the Japanese mafia headquarters with the grace of an enraged goose. All action, no thought. My arms are trapped behind my back
In a makeshift cell, AKA just some storage closet mostly cleared of supplies, a young Morgan Harding sits there in a chair, in three pairs