My neighborhood can be mean, and some might say I’m the meanest around, but I only do what I do to keep the riffraff in line. And, yeah, maybe I enjoy it a little. One evening in late winter, with the pavement...

A roar from a nearby mountain blasted across the village of Torma. Dropping their wares, the inhabitants of the village pulled their cloaks tighter from the booming screech, but a young shepherd walked along...

My lasso sped toward the last bull in the devil’s herd. Its cursed hooves struck sparks as it thundered across the sky. While my ghost rope started to drop over the brute’s head, I let myself hope that this...

Zoot pulled the brim of his pilfered bucket hat down to hide his scaled skin and amphibious features. The overcoat he’d procured hid his olive-green flight suit. Thankfully, the black tentacles running down...

“I’ve got it!” Marc waved off the left fielder and pursued the fly ball. But his synthetic body, like his physical one in years past, had its weaknesses. As the baseball’s path took it past the sun, Marc’s...