Bernard had given Kendra a booklet of 19th century cocktail recipes for her young-adult birthday. It was unassuming, the cover having been designed for practicality rather than charm and the binding having yellowed except in white branches where the ink
Start from Part I “Come on. Come on, come on, come on.” This marked the fifth time in three seconds Xiyuan had refreshed his text messages. They hadn’t changed. There was a moment at quarter-to-eight when he leapt to unholster
Start from Part I It was a straight path from the Shrieking Llama’s entrance to his preferred spot. The jacket he wore was constrictive in the shoulders, with metal attachments suggesting he wasn’t giving out free hugs anytime soon. He