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Mr. Hyde wrote digestive system on the board and Ronny Trezzo’s hand shot up. Hyde turned to face the class, then froze when he saw Ronny already had a question.…    read more

The tyrant in his fortress He is seated on a throne, looking bored. An empty hall lit dimly by high sconces. The stone walls and vaulted ceilings amplify every sound.…    read more

There was some thing spellbinding about it, peering down the vast well of time at Loeka’s small, puckered face. While extract ing a tissue sample for analysis, it wasn’t uncommon for any one of us to sing to Loeka sweetly or to talk to him as if he were an obedient child.

The men on the walls are all dead. The city is ravaged, but still, somehow, untaken. Imagine, if you will, a cachetic dog limping down a street littered with corpses. Corpses everywhere.