Dreamers Rise

He climbs the wooden stairway, his advancing shadow traced by sparse incandescent bulbs that emit, out of their little prisons of wire mesh,...

The men picked their way gingerly down the side of the ridge, traversing through the snow in broad snowshoes made of hard white ash, steadyi...

Into my room a devil came. He appeared outside on the fire-escape; no ordinary burglar, as if through air he lifted a leg through the window...

It's warmer tonight and a fog lies across the lake. The ice is still sound -- it won't thaw yet for weeks -- but as soon as evening ...

Let's get one thing straight: there was no Ariel. That was only the first of his countless lies. Here's another one: he had no magic...