An American Saga Set in Kyiv





“Heh – right now, I’m heading toward my favorite niche, which is a really small café and bagel joint in the corner of the building adjoining the central synagogue… “Except……
In the dark undefined space, which is The Ferret’s subterranean hovel, the landline rings: Eh, hello… heh-heh… hello… HELLO!!! Nu, for you did not ever look at the paper or…
Steve Kowalski, I really need you to confirm that I’m Byronic, and I need you to pretty much do it ASAP, meaning right now. Waiting for your reply. I’ll thank…
As The Ferret jubilantly canters down the sidewalk with his dukes raised up to his flabby chest, throwing air punches as he attempts boxer-like toe dances (except that he has…
Regarding Some Problems with the Text All evidence, based on textual analysis, and plain common sense, points to “The Kyiv Commix” as having been authored by no more than two…
Well, Apocrypha is Apocrypha. Being both highly suspect and suspicious at the same time, there are doubts as to its existence, since it appears not to belong, and yet manages…
The story is shaved as close to the skin of the chase as the skill of this left-handed craftsman allows him Episode 4 left uncut because it is all action!!!…
“Take it easy Smith, you’re going to wear the point off your pencil.” The Half Guinea, his large, brown, weather-beaten hand extended from the spacious sleeve of a three-quarter-length black…
“And then what happened?” “He wrapped his chains around my neck and started choking the life out of me.” “And did you die?” “Well, no… that is, I can’t say.…
The thick metal door swings open and bangs against the bricks of the building on Red Army Street. A lone, thin figure flies out of the entrance, bare head first, a…