Just depends what sort of mood I’m in

Bastian Celeste detested heroes. All that perverted selfishness and hidden agenda, where was the honesty in that? Sure, moral corruptions followed him around like a pack of rabid dogs, but lying had never been one of them. He picked up a coffee at the station and ducked past the security checks, stone-skimming his phone ID … Continue reading Just depends what sort of mood I’m in

I’ll just slip into something more comfortable…

The first thing that impressed people about Bastian Celeste was that he could speak two dozen languages. What they didn't notice in all their admiring was that language was about control, and Bastian had an intent so complicated, even he was unsure of how far down he’d crawled. He flicked a glance at the pinnacle … Continue reading I’ll just slip into something more comfortable…

The Art of Drowning – Season 2 finale – By Phil Huston

Kylie let her fingertips drift across the creased sepia photograph of a young sailor with a trimmed beard, his hat in his hand, a baby cradled in his arm. A pretty girl in plain, light dress stood next to him, her arm in his. ‘Dory, Juliet et Michael – St. V e C 1917’ in faded ink across the bottom. The sailor was the grandfather of a man she thought held secrets to a life she’d been denied. A man, she’d discovered, who never knew she existed. [...]