EJ hated the rain, just as much as a clear night sky… for very different reasons. He sighed as he shook out the hoodie, water droplets twinkling stars. Whenever it rained, he could feel his entire body ache and stiffen. His movements would slow, his hobbling limp even worse. But his mind would still, calm…
4. Of Broken Things, Cripple Things and Spells That Don’t Work
EJ was glaring at them from behind the counter. Squid held his arm and let her other hand hover above the inside elbow. He was a fragile human – barely surviving after he took a tumble off a building’s roof. Screws, plates, pins and rods were the only thing keep him together. [Unlike Humpty Dumpty.…
3. The Dog, The Witch and the Speeding Ticket: Or why Squid is not allowed to drive. Especially in a fancy fast car.
Squid rubbed the back of her neck, her face blank. She looked up at Cerberus who seemed to have a three way conversation with himself. No doubt debating whether or not to bite Maorrighan. Each head, she remembered, had a distinctive personality, but it was the one in the middle who was more or less…
2. The Witch’s Bar
Squid rarely used taxis. The last time she did, it just about started a race war between werewolves and goblins. So, taxis were out and she was not going to explain it further. Bikes were an absolute menace whether or not one was riding them or beside them. Her motorcycle was in the shop after…
1. The Incessant Ticking of a Chattering Ghost
Whenever the ghost actually shut up for a few blissful moments, Squid could take that time to center herself. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, eyes closed as she took in deep breaths. On days like this, when the world was pretending to behave, she could have a microsecond of a moment for herself.…
The Ridiculous [Marvelous] Adventures of Squid 