Continued from the previous installment, Part V: The Chase (in which our heroine follows the Strange Physician through London town and loses her feathered companion) A deft turn and a flick. A silent flourish and a toss, but with no dramatic intent. The Strange Physician had closed the door and thrown off his lendings. Curiosity,
Author: DennisCarter
What made the strange physician easy to track was his lack of interest in fellow human beings. Of late his immediate vicinity had taken on the look of a sea already parted – the torrent of force in his step drove its way through a crowd with effortless authority, while any path he chose became
On the other side of the grimy windows, the darkness was punctuated by occasional flashes of villages passing in a glow of orange lamplight. James and Nick had occupied the back seat, falling asleep under a woollen blanket they had bought at a market back in Ankara. James, the lighter sleeper, jerked awake at intervals,
At a Piccadilly café the raven discovered a love for cherries, which Millie indulged by buying several fruit-topped cupcakes. As he hopped around inside the cake tray and dusted himself with coloured icing, there was a chuffed and bubbly monkey-chatter to his chirp. Large corseted bosoms in that season’s colours bobbed on opposite currents across
After the unfortunate incidents at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Hercules Gray led the two members of the Order of St. John to his headquarters, atop the tallest building in New York City. This was through the hidden high-speed elevator, designed by Gray himself, which went up ninety floors in the space of a few
It was meant to be the historical exhibition of the century. Thousands of ancient artifacts, coming from all over the world, brought together under one roof – New York City’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. Only one man could bring about such an achievement – Hercules Gray! For months, Gray’s own Hercules Foundation for Research and
Millie wondered if she would be prone to sea sickness. Probably. The stableman’s little cart swayed and the rugged roads dipped in and out of the soily rocks. Mr. Grenwald – paid to drive to town and keep quiet once a week – threw an eyeball full of disapproval at the raven whenever the road
‘Things sure have gotten lively around here!’ Jiding Gongbao shouted to no one in particular, before getting shot square in the shoulder. He cursed in mandarin as he tripped backwards, the left side of his body numb due to the blast impact. The audience cooed and wondered at what they thought was a rather realistic
Millie glanced at the diploma hanging next to her mirror. –”Dr. Millicent Fethermann…hmm“ That’s how the voice of the hand that wrote it would have trailed off as it grudgingly signed that piece of paper. In the mirror she could see the raven, turning its one good eye towards her and blinking, clacking its beak
Level -5, the Lava Suite. Sometimes, I sit in my office and daydream about what I’d do if I had money. You know, a lot of it. I’d buy myself some decent clothes, a car, nice place to live, a hooker or two. Nothing fancy. I always preferred low key. But I guess when you’ve