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…

The air high above is all dark. But blinding light takes hold over the boxing ring below. Wooden chairs crowd in around the roped-off square. White faces rise up in…

‘“Here’s the money. Don’t wander off. And be sure you aren’t short-changed… for the love of Job.” ‘The Ferret, still a boy of less than 12, and dressed as one…

The eyelids withdraw to disclose two sea-blue pools, each with a tiny pupil adrift, struggling in the morning light to enlarge, focus in on and transmit to John Smith’s mechanical…