Jack Bishop sets a cup of water on the table and sits down opposite his prisoner. He smiles. “We know you sold the artifact, Boyd,” he says. “Its necromantic signature is splattered all over...

Day six-hundred eighty-five, at least by my reckoning. The days bleed together in this seabound purgatory; the jaundiced skies above give no indication of the passage of time. No sun, no moon, just eternal,...

“A gig’s a gig.” It’s become her mantra lately. A reminder that, even if the circumstances aren’t quite what she’d hoped for, at least she’s working. She’s making a living doing what she loves....

“Attention: we’ve got ya surrounded! Kindly lay down yer arms, and one ‘a my agents will be along shortly to take ya into custody!” The guy in the jade robes and the weird hat...

*Ding!* Kentucky Blue Clay drums his fingers against the counter and bounces impatiently on the balls of his feet. Normally, he’d browse the shop while he waited, checking out the latest acquisitions from across...