Oh, my god, he thought, realizing why he had always felt negatively towards Eden. She reminds me of my mother. The thought made his throat close up tight. He mused about the day’s events. What...

The bistro was his secret weapon in tracking down murderers. Not just in Three Pines, but in every town and village in Quebec. First he found a comfortable café or brasserie, or bistro, then he...

She’s in the Catskill,” Shopie began, but Scathach reached over and pinched her hand. “Ouch!”I just wanted to distract you,” Scathach explained. “Don’t even think about Black Annis. There are some names that should never...

Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.’…I jot this phrase of invocation in my old leather-bound notebook on a bright, cold morning at...

It was the same Dimitri from long ago, the fierce one who was willing to risk his life for what was right. I almost wished he’d go back to being annoying, distant Dimitri, the one...

Cuando no estaba en las escaleras, estaba en los aviones. Fumaba, bebía café y alcohol tratando de no sentir nada. Mi vida se trataba de caminar sin parar, huyendo de mi verdad cada vez que...

The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer’s life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well.

Never mind. But think up a different filling next time. And not cheese and tomato.” He shook his head and made up the roll.