Nick led Chance into the Raven, feeling a bit uneasy about bringing him there. What was I thinking to suggest it in the first place? he asked himself. He glanced over at the photographer, who was taking in the scenery … Continue reading →

Chance Harper was already worried by the time he stepped off the plane in Toronto that night. Very worried. The flight had been uneventful, which either meant that his luck had suddenly gone away–though that was unlikely–or that something even … Continue reading →

Azar’s Note: This was co-written in a series of letters (yes, the snail mail kind) between the two of us back when we were in college. I don’t remember the exact date, but both shows had only recently gone off … Continue reading →