With their house's liveliness lapsed to quiet, and the looming summer rain hanging heavy in the air, Tang Fan seizes upon a temptingly rare proposition of opportunity.

Their first time is the last time.

Each man grieves in his own fashion.

Unpleasant things happen to Jim Halsey, several times in a row but not in any particular order.

Old Billy Gibson has an eye for likely prospects.

Crozier's past has come back to haunt him before, but not quite like this.

"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"

"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what han…

Ding Rong should have suspected scheming the moment he saw Wang Zhi in red.

If Lan Wangji has learned anything from his atonement for Wei Wuxian’s death, it is that patience is neither simple nor shallow.

Stewy and Kendall have a standing arrangement at Harvard.