Tag: urban fantasy

M.U.S.E. Part 4

“Wait!” Melponmene sighed heavily. “We need you, Sappho. Help us. Please.” I stopped and said over my shoulder, “I’m sure. I am here to gather a few more cattle, nothing more.” I continued up the steps as I had serpent…

M.U.S.E. Part 3

I nodded to a couple of suits coming out of the business suite discussing market projections. Stopping in front of the sales office, I turned around slowly and looked at the room signs out of the corner of my eye.…

M.U.S.E. Part 2

My appearance adjusted slightly as I walked; my pink mohawk darkened to magenta and drooped into my blue eyes, my leather jacket darkened and creased, my jeans faded and tore at the knee. Only my boots remained the same. There…

M.U.S.E. Part 1

A wise person does not stand between the cliffs and the sea during a storm. These words echoed in my head as I walked towards the hotel, the invitation to the MUSE association meeting folded in my pocket. I had…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 8

2012       “Did you read that Steven died recently?” asked Yarrow. “I saw that,” said Rose, eyeing Thorn speculatively. “I was wondering if someone decided to snip his lifeline.” Thorn glared at her. “Why would I let him off so…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 7

Yarrow turned the keys over in her hand. One looked to be to a padlock, the other to a door. “Not for the safety deposit box then.” Thorn shook her head and leaned back against a boulder. “Must go to…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 6

      Thorn parked her motorcycle at the pump and filled it up. Well, it wasn’t technically her bike. She’d borrowed it from Coyote. She shook her head as she studied a dent in the gas tank, wondering briefly what he’d…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 5

A weaver ant slipped under the bank door just as the security guard locked it for the night. She oriented herself, remembering the blueprints for the building, and kept out of sight. She hated it when someone tried to squash…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 4

2010       “It’s time, Steven.”       “No. I still need it.”       Yarrow rubbed the bridge of her nose. “We said seven years, no more.”       “Good luck finding it. Remember the fine print. It’s mine for another seven years…

Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 3

2003       “It looks like we’ve caught one. Shall we pull in the net?” Rose stretched and yawned. “He should be here soon.”       Thorn unraveled their work across websites and forums. “About time. Containment and control of the information…