Beyond the Darkside, 29-12 to 13

Once he was satisfied, Aldric shut off the water and stood in the stall, watching the droplets of water fall from his hair and skin to the floor below. The chaotic rhythm of their impacts on the ceramic made him smile. “Perfectly imperfect,” he said. The longer he watched the droplets the more he suspected the pattern was anything but random. The voices that hid at the back of his mind whispered impossible formulas and forbidden lore not meant for … Continue reading

Beyond the Darkside, 29-12

Aldric let the hot water pour over his body and wash away the murders’ evidence. It took some time to scrub the clotted blood and bone from his hair and then to make sure it went down the drain. All of it collected in a filter just below the surface of the shower. Two minutes after the water turned off, the radiation bombarded the filter and the contents were shunted through a pneumatic tube into the heart of a specially … Continue reading

Beyond the Darkside, 29-7 to 11

Aldric stripped down until he was naked before the shower. He turned his head to look at the mirror and appreciated his appearance. If not for all of the blood he could have appeared on any health magazine. The lower gravity of the moon made movement fare less stressful on the body, and there were plenty of people who took advantage of that and let themselves devolve into soft, squishy people, as featureless as they were boring. “Evan is one … Continue reading

Alyson Miers: What Is So Special About Vampires?

“A vampire, a fairy and a ghost all climb into an ambulance…” If life is a funny thing, death has a wicked sense of humor. President Miranda Hutchinson orchestrated the dissolution of the magical colony of Rezarta following its attempted secession, and three years after her death, no one has any idea that a ghost remains. Journalist Scanlon Ness exposed the relationship between vampires and organized crime, but he can’t protect himself from joining the ranks of the thirsty dead. … Continue reading

Beyond the Darkside, 29-5 and 6

He stumbled into his bathroom and stared at the mirror. He looked like hell with his bloodshot eyes, the spattered blood covering his face and hands, and the caked and matted hair plastered to his skull. Thankfully, he managed to get his shirt off as soon as he got to his room. It was a wretched stinking mess of blood and viscera. He did not want to see it in the mirror any more than he wanted to spell the … Continue reading