Tsukishima knew if he didn't look now, he never would, so he steeled himself. “If you want to show me, then show me, sir.”

Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.

There are worse things than being lashed.

The three of them go to see the redwoods.

Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.

Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.

The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.