A flutter of bright green drew Deanna’s focus out of the turbulent realm of her head and onto the flame-damaged storage shed. From the hold below the scorched eaves she saw the male paloma emerge...

The last remnants of Deanna the child–the idealist, the sheltered elite–had been torn loose by tonight’s tragedies, slain with the same bullet that had felled her would-be killer. She had no idea who the new...

When there is a grand cause to be won, he said, sometimes, there are unavoidable casualties. None of us are happy about that, but it’s a painful reality. He paused and added, We’ve all accepted...