Author’s Note: This is what happens when I go to a movie with Jim and Blair’s voices a little *too* vocal in my head. 😉 Written…well, when the movie came out. 🙂 “Sheesh–!” “Dial it down, Jim, dial it down.” … Continue reading
Author’s Note: There is no graphic violence in the story, but there are some non-graphic mentions of torture. Just in case that’s a trigger for anyone thinking of reading this. Oh, and the title is from a poem by Sylvia … Continue reading
Author’s Note: Written for the Sentinel lyric wheel. I’d been playing with the idea of a Sentinel/Harsh Realm crossover and the lyrics I was given for that round kind of reminded me of Harsh Realm, so that’s where this story … Continue reading
Author’s Note: The card Blair finds actually *does* exist, and was in part the inspiration for this story. I remember finding card like that in the store and thinking to myself what a great little inspiration that could be for … Continue reading
Author’s Note: I don’t own these guys, I just noticed the parallels. “All right, man, give it up. What did you see?” Johnny glanced up at Bruce, back towards the ticket counter and the young woman who’d handed him his … Continue reading
Author’s Note: This was written for the Sentinel Lyric Wheel’s “Crossover Wheel.” During a conversation about past Lyric Wheels with another writer, she commented that part of the fun of a challenge is writing something you wouldn’t normally. Hence, my … Continue reading
The loft Sam finished the final page of Blair’s thesis and sighed deeply. On his other knee was a pad of paper, where he’d begun jotting down the idea he’d had. Ziggy’s right–this paper does deserve to be published. It’s … Continue reading
Major Crimes Bullpen Cascade PD “I’m still here, Al.” The Observer nodded. “I noticed,” he remarked wryly. Connor’s voice interrupted before the Leaper could respond. “Well, Sandy, it looks like I owe you one.” “Re-really?” Sam stammered, blinking upwards from … Continue reading
At the Precinct Sam stared bleakly at the elevator doors, his eyes drifting upwards only as each floor of the building crawled by like a lazy turtle. If Ziggy was right, within a few more minutes he would Leap, provided … Continue reading
Back in Cascade “I like the kid, Sam,” the hologram admitted. They were in Blair’s car en route to some place named Gunderson Shipping. Al had been telling Sam about his latest conversation with the young man. “I like him … Continue reading