Old Friends, or How to Justify Spending Five-Thousand Words on a Game of Dice Not for the first time in the last forty-eight hours, Doug...

The Evening After When Doug was woken by a hangover that threatened to fry his brain like a scrambled egg, the first thing he noticed was...

...And Invitations He isn’t ready for this. Not really. Niko was dreaming. The first couple of times, he hadn’t been sure until he’d...