The buildings towered overhead, their windows like eyes, lightless and silent. Spires and etchings in the stonework had collapsed or been rendered smooth by years of storms. Headless statues haunted the bridges and the highways, a grim remembrance of the past. Natalina’s fingers wrenched deep into the expensive leather seat of the motorcar. Her dark brown hair fell in waves over her nervous eyes. Brennov drove fast, barreling down the trash-strewn streets.  They passed by…

EVICTION WARNING – Final Notice! I sat in my office on the ratty swivel chair that hadn’t seemed nearly so beaten when I’d purchased it second-hand three years ago. My stomach was in knots. I tried to steady my thoughts, to fight the gnawing anxiety eating at my mind, but it was like poking away a horde of rats with a stick. They were hungry, and eventually I would be too tired to poke anymore.…