Short Stories

“My name is Hannibal Lecter, and I…” “Pass.” Caroline politely shuffled the papers on her desk, giving the villain a moment to collect his..

Isis was not amused. Over the past three thousand years, she’d been subjected to unthinkable indignities, her name sneered at as newer...

My name is Portia, and I am a Shakespearean scholar. Except I’m not, because Shakespeare never existed. I won’t bother trying to convince...

Hera dressed herself in only the finest. In ancient times, her perfectly proportioned frame was clad exclusively in gossamer robes, her...