The blonde woman crept among the ruins of the war as soldiers slept fitfully in their trenches. With lithe, quick steps, she bobbed and...

“How many myths do you come across on a daily basis?” The professor’s question lingered in the air, under the tiled ceiling, but still...

My hands are covered in blood, police sirens are closing in, and it’s all Ezekiel Bower’s fault. This wasn’t the way my morning was...