
The van had come with the book. Cael had inherited both from his uncle, who had inherited the van from someone else and never mentioned the book at all. Either because he hadn’t noticed it, or because he had and thought it better not to. It lived in a metal box bolted under the passenger…
The air in the Great Library of Alexandria was thick with the scent of papyrus and incense. Apollonius of Rhodes, the esteemed head librarian, adjusted his spectacles, the weight of the freshly acquired Septuagint a tangible presence in his hands. He’d heard the whispers, the outlandish claims: “The Eighth Wonder of the World!” He scoffed…
“Mama Anya, can you tell us about the tower again?” The little family had just finished dinner. As was their custom, the children had run to their great-grandmother’s tent. Little Sumer leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. Beside him, little Inanna, with wide, impatient eyes, bounced on the worn rug. “Please, Mama Anya?…
A profound, intimidating silence reigned within the halls.They held the accumulated knowledge of humanity, gleaned from every corner of the known world. Each scroll and parchment was a hushed testament to grand empires and fleeting thoughts, to monumental discoveries and intimate reflections.This was a repository of every question asked and every answer conceived up to…
Michael was strapped into the passenger seat of a roaring race car. His fingers dug into the leather as the world outside blurred past at terrifying speeds. The driver beside him was faceless, mechanical in precision. But it was the woman in the backseat who unsettled him most. Her uniform was crisp, her presence calm—like…
Paradise is lost. Two guardians stand watch, as a forbidden power rises, threatening to consume all of creation.
