Yaroslav Barsukov
Where the Lilacs Do Not Bloom
Crimson blinked at him from inside the exhibit case. Peter scanned the water boiler, the hazmat suit, the Bug: all dead for decades before he'd even been born. And yet, in a palm-sized panel on what would be the Bug's "belly," light flickered—four letters, starting...
The Blue Room, Said the Wishmaker
Run, whispered the monkey part of Andrew's brain. Scramble back the way you came. His head only reached up to the djinn's nipples, although the creature sat in a mockery of the Buddha pose: a mound of flesh rising in the warehouse's center. Those sausage fingers,...
