13. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 5)

Sandy beamed. ‘What precisely did you do the day before the attack?’ ‘Woke up 6am. Breakfasted at 7am. Worked on papers from 8am until 3pm. Had lunch. Worked on papers until 6pm. Watched TV until 8:30pm, dinner, then read until 10pm, then went to bed. Woke up mind controlled and with access to superpowers about … Continue reading 13. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 5)

12. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 4)

Kimi felt the briefest moment of awkwardness permeate the room as Monica stepped into it. Monica was taller than most people, but younger than anyone in the room with the possible exception of Costa. She had skin the colour of chestnuts, and inquisitive eyes. Her tightly-curled hair was bound back in a ponytail that seemed … Continue reading 12. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 4)

11. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 3)

Kimi didn’t care much for Manhattan. The colossal towers of glass, metal, and concrete held little appeal to her. It was far too artificial for her tastes, and altogether too impersonal. It was all glass skyscrapers that seemed to turn the sun around with their reflections, endless, grid-bound roads that cars scuttled along like metal … Continue reading 11. The Man Bearing Flames and a Hammer (Part 3)