His mother would have given her last heel of bread to see the inside of this place. Nikita had given the life of his closest friend - though...

  It's a been a tippy-tappy sort of effort, but book six is slowly but surely nearing THE END.  “Where did he go?” She tried to sound de...

  Mercy felt a prickling up the back of his neck when Ghost walked in. He heard the bell above the door, and he knew it was his VP, before G...

    Snow again. The crippling cold. And the blood. Always the blood. She lay on her back, and the wet cold of the snow bled through her clot...

No one wore grief well, but for some it was a costume. It was Trina's job to figure out who was sincere, and who was playing dress-up.  ...

  It was a night ripe for fictitious interpretation. The rain-slick streets, the colored neon reflected in puddles, the steaming subway grat...

“Mercy,” Aidan said, as if in a trance. “But he wouldn’t…”                Maggie met her husband’s unforgiving glare. “Mercy’s,” she said q...