We’re all just marionettes, Ashline,” Eve said softly. “Dangling, dancing, waiting. You can pretend like you pull your own strings, but in the end your only hope is that you’ve landed in the hands of...

This may be impossible for you to believe,” Colt said in a hushed voice, “but as recently as last year, I was a hyper, naive-albeit extremely good-looking-minor myself.””And now you’re a persistent, outdoorsy, unshaven man-boy...

Do you … still believe?”Our very presence here, a Polynesian goddess sitting next to a Zulu thunder god, listening to the song of a Greek siren, should be proof enough that religions can and do...

Seductive pull of the forest, an open canvas for trouble.