A Piece of History

                The city lights of Brandenburg, Virginia were a familiar, and welcome sight to the former death mage and hit for hire’s dark eyes. He scanned the glittering line eagerly, squinting in the early mornin...

     The blue pushpin stood out amidst the sea of black, wiggled lightly by Jonas Foster's tapping finger. The former death mage and hit for hire peered at the map and lifted an eyebrow. "France?"      "A small village near Versailles, to be ...

     "Is that a screw?'      "No, the nails go in the supports. The screws go into the legs."      Jonas Foster blinked sweat from his eyes, shifting the wood leaning against his shoulder. He glanced at the vast array of p...

     He stood very still and simply waited.      Not that Joshua Ogniali, or Ax as he was known in the house, was good at being patient. He really wasn't, but for the former death mage's sake, he was trying. It would have helped if the damnable tray wasn't ...

      Uncomfortable silence hung thickly in the sunny room, and even the delighted squeals of children could not lessen the tension. Jonas Foster, former death mage and hit for hire, perched on the edge of an oak chair, his hands twisted in the hem of his loose denim jack...

     "What would it take?"       Jonas Foster, former death mage and hit for hire, leaned forward to meet the demon's eyes. "I know you won't do it for free, and seeing as how I'm useless to you now for more summonings, I need to know. W...

     Here, again.      It made sense, didn't it? After all, this is where it all began, so naturally, this is where it should end. Or, at least that was the death mage's thinking as he stood on the sidewalk, gazing at the little cottage with dull eyes. It h...

        A drop of sweat fell on the careful etchings, and the death mage wiped it off the linoleum with a muttered curse. He sat back on his heels, ignoring the impatient sigh from the couch, and examined the pentagram carved into the floor.   &nb...

     Where once the air smelled of fresh rain on pine needles, roses and baking bread...      Where there had been light music and a soft voice speaking warmly...      Where sunlight had played on polished wooden floors, silver hair and ...

      Puffy cumulus clouds danced across the midmorning sun, alternating cool shadow with warm light. The spring breeze was in effect, wafting the scent of fresh cut grass, blooming flowers and car exhaust past open living room windows. The Residential District, at ten th...