It was another New Year’s Eve at my brother-in-law’s house on the lake.
Physicist Boris K. is one of three men held responsible for the catastrophic failure of Russia’s largest supercollider, a classified, subterranean loop running 260 kilometers through Siberia.
The sentry’s voice carried from the tower, filling the courtyard below.
The eerie howl of the Ekranoplan’s jet engines echoed around the city’s early morning streets.
I find Anubis about a mile past the Amtrak rails, where the sawgrass of the New Jersey salt marsh turns to swaying reeds of papyrus.
Just like her mother, Olia begins to hear the Voice when she is nineteen.