The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 24

\"I try to push myself off the ground when I hear my protege crash into the beast. The sound of breaking wood tells me they landed on one of the fallen bookshelves. I can\'t waste too much time. I use my cane to pull myself back to my feet. Looking over, I see Con grappling with our unseeable enemy.\"

News: Updates and Delays

Hello everyone! I know, it's been a while since I've posted a new episode. My day job has gotten a little busy and I've had little time to work on…

The Elysian: Sixteenth Dream

I look around, doing my best to make sure I wasn\'t imagining things. Checkerboard tile, steel rod chairs, leather covered booths, pastel blue, and hot rod red. Yeah, I\'m in a 50\'s diner.

Neon Noir: The Eleventh Beat

“And what happens when they come for you again? These people have so much money and they don’t care about killing you if they have to! You want to leave me alone?” Robert\'s voice gets quieter. \"That won\'t happen.\"

The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 23

My fingers just barely brushing against it, I curse my situation. I\'m not close enough. And I can feel the bookshelf wobbling beneath my grip. The shelf starts to lean over. I quickly adjust my weight, hoping to counterbalance it. The book-filled piece of furniture falls back into place. That was too close. All right, it\'s time to try something else. At that moment a deep and loud roar pierces the air. No. No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! NO!

Seeking Dusk: Part 13

If what I thought I saw in her before was anger, then there isn\'t a word to describe what she\'s showing now. The Power in her is leaking out, far more than she means to. And if this is but a fraction of her power, she is not someone I want to have for an enemy.

The Elysian: Fifteenth Dream

A whoosh of wind envelopes me. I blink and Goodfellow is standing in front of me. He has his arms crossed, and a look of disapproval on his face. He takes a few steps towards me. I feel my fear return, remembering that he\'s akin to a god. Even so, I stand my ground. He comes in close. It\'s a little uncomfortable.

The 19th Century Paranormal Investigator: Chapter 22

Con calls for me. Did he find something already? I leave Lance and rush down to the other end of the aisle of books. There, Con was staring at something off in the corner of the room. Something hidden by the shelves from where I was in the front of the room. Something for which I was not prepared.

Mild Mannered: Issue #9

\"He pulls out a large binder, filled with plastic protected sheets. The book flops open and the images spill into my mind. The figures within remind me of Renaissance marble statues captured on a page, with hyper realistic anatomy articulating each sinewy muscle.\"