Marcel St. Pierre

Hiding in the ditch would have been easy for a normal grave robber making off with articles stolen from a grave. But this was Entropy Deepwater, and his ratio of successful to unsuccessful grave robbing attempts was exactly 0 to 21. Cold and miserable, he lay clutching a small satchel of gold teeth he’d pried … Read more

As his friends – full of beer and pizza – waited for him in the moving van, Max did a perimeter sweep of the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind. Nothing behind the doors, the fridge, or the medicine cabinet; but when he looked in the tall linen closet in the hallway, he … Read more

It was close and firm in texture, yet mellow in character. It was rich and fine, with a sharp, pungent flavour. And mouthfeel? Oh, it had mouthfeel; It literally melted on the tongue. It was a block of cheddar, and it belonged to Torquil. “Mine,” he would say, rolling the word around his mouth as … Read more