Katya Borozova and the Forgotten Temple Part I The air is stale, so much so that it sits on his tongue. He is somewhere deep, somewhere that hasn’t been touched in a very long time. Though he feels as if it should be wet and dripping, it is instead dusty and dry. Dust floats through the air so thickly that even in the dark he can almost see it, a thin haze over everything. He is alone, though he feels he shouldn’t be, at least for a moment. Until the whispering begins. It’s that phrase again,...

Thirst Alexandria was very quiet. It also possessed that particular heavy feeling, weighted both physically and metaphorically in that way that only libraries could be. Except that this library was the size of a small city. At least, that was Mike’s current assessment. It was referred to as “the infinite library,” so maybe it truly did go on forever. It seemed to him that this would make it very difficult to find the information you were looking for, especially considering the non-euclidean...

Rule of Three “So what do you imagine he’s thinking,” Kei turned to Jack one afternoon, “when he’s just sitting in a room alone talking to himself?” At this very moment, Bacchae was doing just that. Kei and Jack were parked in the living room, waiting for him to finish his “very important business meeting” as he called it, which seemed to involve an awful lot of being in the kitchen upstairs alone and arguing with himself. Whatever it was he was actually doing, it appeared to be rather...