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Space cat livid over submission guidelines... Ali Katz Dear editor, I have just been reading your submission guidelines and I am livid. I

Well. How was that for a story. Louis Shalako Roger stood at a beautiful molded-wood lectern, Art Deco at its best, which had been brought i

Louis Shalako Roger, Gilles and Hermione sat in Roger’s office. The commissioner had gotten a couple of technical people to bring in a full-

Louis Shalako Pelletier came walking in. He’d just been somewhere else, but Gilles didn’t have time to wrack his mind over just where that w

Passive discoverability? I thought that only worked with Claymores and punji sticks. When I was reading Smashwords founder Mark Cok

Roger Langeron. Louis Shalako Stuck in the room, which was hotter than hell today, Gilles, Hermione and a couple of other detectives had opt

Fear can limit our ability to apply reason and logic, leading to flawed choices and behavior—bad in real life, but story gold in fiction.

Louis Shalako Maintenon hung up the phone, with Hermione listening in on an extension. With the call also being recorded, she nevertheless m

Germanname1990 (Wiki.) “Hi, everybody, and welcome to tonight’s show. That’s right, it’s time for Wheel of Misfortune again, with

Louis Shalako Having collared the suspects, Margot and Pelletier would be handling their interviews, and then the prisoners would be transpo

"So, this is your famous cat." Louis Shalako After a quick stop for groceries and some other small incidentals, including beer, cognac and t

Maintenon: Friday, at last. Louis Shalako Here it was, Friday afternoon already, and with pretty good weather promised for the weekend. With

"Golden eucalyptus for the walls, teak for the floor and stripes for the wallpaper..." Louis Shalako Joseph, Hubert and Levain came traipsin

Sneaking out at night... Louis Shalako In keeping with a lifelong habit, Maintenon’s doctor’s appointment was the first of the day. He simpl

...and now, back to our story... Louis Shalako Having detained Faubert and Fritz fairly late in the day, the two men had been transported se

(Ai Himeno/Tu Foto.) Ian Cooper Corson Bell’s biceps ached, and the back of his neck was stiff. He had the leisure to ad

Tits and all. Louis Shalako “My instincts are killing me.” Gilles glanced over from the passenger seat. “Your instincts are supposed to keep

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