"Miss, we don't serve his kind in this bar." The bartender looked at Susan, not at me, just twitched his head sideways in my general direction, then pointed at the sign: 'No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service ... oh, and No Synths Served'. 

"He doesn't drink," Susan said. "Doesn't eat either. He's a...

Look at this coin. Go ahead, take it, hold it.

It is made of pure silver. Can you see how old it is?

The image that is stamped on the front is the head of an emperor who lived more than two thousand years ago.

Yes, two thousand years is a really long time, but even before then a lot had hap...

"Give me what I want, and no-one gets hurt."

"I know that voice." Marshall Calhoun swiveled on the barstool. "Silas McReady. Ol' Lead Heart."

"In the flesh."

"Been a while."

"Fifteen years, Ethan. Long time."

"What's with the gun, Silas?"

"Wanted to start this off on the right foot. Hear...

    The traveling salesman was alone in the train compartment, still shaken from what he had seen. Why had she done it?

     "May I join you?"

     Not waiting for a reply, the man in black sat down across from the salesman, but did not introduce himself. In fact, he turned his head to look ...

“I give up! It’s all shit!”

“Pardon?”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” The burly, bearded man knocks back the last slug of the cheap whiskey, motions at the bartender for another, and swivels on the bar stool, eyes bleary.

“Of what do you speak?” The small man with the fantastic mustaches ...

The sunset makes the darkening sky blush and adds rose highlights to the emerald water. A young couple, a man and a woman, perhaps in their early twenties, tanned and trim, golden-skinned in their bathing suits, have their beach blankets spread on the white sand. They sit close together, facin...

The Bear Inn, Oxford, Nazi-Occupied Britain, 1947

SS-Sturmbannführer Ewald von Haupt walks into the pub.

In one moment, a pleasant, warm cacophony — loud voices, clinking glasses, laughter, singing — in the next, a chilled sudden silence, heads turning and all eyes darting in the tall, b...

From the diary of Kermit Roosevelt, the second son of Theodore Roosevelt, found in the estate of his younger sister, Esther Roosevelt.

Sunday, February 27, 1927, Rondônia, Brazil

Thirteen years the nightmare has haunted me. 

I have blamed myself, pushed everyone away — everyone except...

Looking into my reflective surface, she whispers:

"Mirror, Mirror. Who is fairest of them all?"

I always answer:

"Your majesty, you are fairest of all."

... and then I show her the very best social images of herself, the ones that are curated (by me) for the combination of most views and h...

“Are you hungry?”

I open my eyes and see … me.

Well, it’s me, but a me that’s a bit older. This version of me is a very distinguished me, slim, dressed in a three piece suit, with gray thinning hair and a trim gray beard and mustache.

I’m in a recliner chair, upholstered in the softest leat...

   "It's not your fault." Court put his naked arm around her naked shoulders, kissed the soft skin on her long, naked neck.

     Really, Windsor thought, watching them through his electronic peephole, not your fault, then who's is it? Not mine, that's for damn sure, looking down at his wife a...

Midnight at the Old Opera House, all lights off. 

Medea feels her way, the soles of her bare feet on the cool wooden floors, fingertips brushing the smooth round edge of the intimate dining table, holding on to the table-top until she feels the next table, making her way from table to table i...