Ligaya said she had a bad feeling about the three unmarked packages they found outside their rickety shanty on the outskirts of Manila....

She showed up right on time, like she never does. She was wearing one of those tan trench coats, belted tight against the slight cold...

When the affair with the Imp and Yatzi began, I was enjoying a tropical bath, humming the song about the farmer’s daughter and the...

In old Venezia, in the days when the secrets of mirror making were still heavily guarded and their disclosure was punishable by death, my...

I crush six juniper berries, add them to clear brandy, and so mix the aroma of forest night – its mystery and its touch of frost – with...

Under the early spring evening's burnt umber sky, a dozen mallards milling by your feet, he presses his lips to the arch of his hand and...

A feather from my right wing flutters downward into the canyon. My mate circles above me. She dives toward the black quill and snatches...

When you live on a main road, you get accustomed to watching the world pass you by. The rush-hour traffic evacuating its exhaust pipes,...

It made no sense that we should be haunted by the coyote, and a whole town no less. If it had been the ghost of the child, or if it had...

We’re running along the path by Vancouver’s Kits Beach at the end of the day, and I try to match my stride to Lenora’s.

A deal between grave robbers and the anatomically obsessed.

An enigmatic novel on his late father's bookshelf disrupts time for Mike in "Silent Partner."

In the curious town of Port Crow, where decay reigns and crows rule, a stormy night brings an unexpected gathering at the abandoned library