Lola had been wearing the sling for too long. Her co-workers had started to say things like, "Poor thing. It's still not healed?" and...

I drunkenly regarded a painting in the hall. Something ghastly, a pile of shapes that looked to me like corpses. Maybe they were...

Yor'Sothor looked dapper. Or as dapper as a writhing collection of tentacles and eyes squeezed into a waistcoat could be. I hated myself...

We had given up rowing what felt like months ago. Our little boat was going to float wherever it wanted. Wherever they wanted it to go....

The lobby of Wavecomm didn't feel like the future to Nessie. It distinctly reeked of the past. How many cigarettes had been smoked here...