Across Enemy Lines
Lieutenant Jack Harding hit the ground hard, his parachute tangled in the limbs of a burning orchard outside a village […]
The Fractured Path
I hit the ice hard. Pain shot up my right leg, sharp and electric, as I rolled onto my back,
Blood in the Ring, Fire in the Heart
Amina Djouma’s knuckles still throbbed from last night’s underground boxing match, but the real threat was the furious pounding on
The Bistro at Dusk
Lucien Moreau knew he shouldn’t have cared so much about an old bistro in a town he barely knew, but
Displaced in time
My heart pounded in my ears as I realized the phone I was frantically searching for didn’t even exist in