Havok Publishing

Luna’s Arctic Aggravation

The wind whipped against the door to Luna’s enclosure. She sighed and snuggled deeper into her cozy bed of straw. “Good morning, Luna.” A gangly keeper in khaki pants and a green Zoo polo peered at her through...

The Cube

Jane hunched over her desk, staring at myriad pieces of hardlight holocube projector core. Even through her shade visor, the world was headache-bright. That omnipresent gritty burn seared the corners of her...

All Ears

I slam the folder shut on my desk. “Nothing useful?” Detective Rowe asks as he hands me a mug of coffee. I take a sip, hoping it will provide some mental clarity. “It’s like everyone in that bank had a...

Cry of the Beast

The cry sends a chill through me, as it does every time I hear it. It always arrives at the height of summer, yet I pray this is the cycle it will not come. But it does. It always does. I take out the muting...

Purpose

Marjorie woke up strapped to a surgical table in an unfamiliar laboratory. One minute, she had been walking to her car alone, worried her life was going nowhere; the next, she’d fought for it as a pungent...