The ground was sparkling. Shards of glass, ranging from wide slabs to thin slivers, covered the floor of the restaurant. Light reflected from the soft lamps above, turning the dark floor into a starry sky. Tables and chairs lay toppled, unmoving, caught in the moment. Not even the blood...

Summer was coming. Ferris didn’t like summer, for a number of reasons, but no amount of internal griping could keep the season away. He could feel it in the thickness of the air — the humidity that dragged in from the seaside and stuck to every surface imaginable. The...