It grated on Milo that Brother Malus wanted to be called “Squire.” They had come up through the cathedral school just the same, but there…
Posts published in “Gangplank”
Following a long morning in the City Hall archives, Junie repaired to the bustling comfort of The Gangplank during the busy lunch rush. Longshoremen, deck…
Bad news. When I saw the pretty girl in the bar again last night, I decided to recite my poem. I only got as far…
I am writing this entry at the desk in my apartment above The Gangplank Public House, where I am now officially a bartender. I have…
She heard the door open and then close, but at the busiest time of day Junie didn’t have time to look and see who it…
One of the best things I learned at the Church of the Builder wasn’t math or logic at all. It was keeping a journal. It…
“J, K, L, M…. yes, elephants go under ‘Mammals,’ then ‘Pachyderms,’ and…” Junie stood in the City Hall archive room, tapping her lower lip with…
Standing at the counter in the New Babbage Free Press office, Junie stood and re-read for about the hundredth time the ad she was about…
