It was supposed to be a simple job. I fly into Edinburgh and get the gun from a contact in the Grassmarket. All smooth. I check into my hotel near the mark's flat and spend a couple hours scoping out ...

The other noises are less trivial.

I am bringing a rind of bread to the daughter in the lamp-house again. This is the third time. In the path along the garth-wall a hortulan stops me and demands to know my errand. I hesitate and he dem...

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Most mornings, the woman sits in her garden. Most mornings, I sit on my roof. In this way, looking down over the tall stone walls of her courtyard, I can see her grey head bent over her grey hands. Sh...

The ambassador takes a bite of her fish. It rolls across her tongue, rich and sweet with the barest hint of salt. It is not the flavor that she savors. She can feel the burst of energy from it almost ...