I startle awake not knowing where I am, knowing only the excruciating pain rushing over me and taking my breath, I can feel the teasing cold edge of the blades before they break my skin, I can feel the bones in my wrists crack in their shackles - but then strong arms hold me close, someone is holding me close, pressing me against his chest, and he won't let me fall, and I'm safe.

ED was gorgeous when he struggled. And right now, he was struggling, desperate and helpless against the fingers of his kismesis digging into his larynx. His cheeks were flushed a deliciously undignified blotchy violet, and Sollux couldn't help but find that absolutely hateful.

Cecil Palmer is the best phone sex operator in the small company called Night Vale. One night, a slightly tipsy and very lonely scientist dials his number, and gets far more than he bargained for - a late night conversation about advanced biochemistry, a brand new fetish for surreal horror, a surprisingly reasonable internship program, some newts, and the slowest, strangest love o

Kirill walks away. What does he leave behind, and what is he walking towards?

Standing on that beach in Cuba, watching missiles bear down on soldiers of East and West united in fear of the unknown – it may be the first time Charles Xavier ever feels truly lost. 'Erik. Erik, they are terrified.'

A portrait of the five protagonists of Takin' Over The Asylum from the point of view of outsiders: a record shop customer, a taxi driver, a child, a student of electrical engineering and a tabby cat.