Zachary Olson Presents...

Edward Fish’s Folly

The solitary law that binds Gran Marche’s thieves is this: only filch what you can flip.
Like No Other Beast

Acrid vapors curled, intermingling with Muraganda’s primal mist.
Sundays With Pop-Pop

Pop-Pop’s cabin lay on unincorporated land just across the county line.
What Washes Up In Arizona

Used to be this joke. Stop me if you’ve heard it.
Lair of the Bodega Warlock

Rivera’s Bodega crouched on the corner of Halberd and Squire, moody and bright like a surly macaw—or a poison dart frog.
The Coaster Queen Rides Again

People like to think they understand ghosts.
The Gift Horse’s Mouth

When I finally finished my apprenticeship with Enzo Benedetti, the greatest locksmith I’ve ever known, he sat me down on an old teak chair in his office. He gave me a cigar, a glass of port, and three pieces of advice:
Steady and the Mountain

It was the Spring Dominion’s final days.