by Shelly Reuben on August 13th

It is said that a camel is a horse designed by a committee. Generally, that is true. Sometimes, however, instead of the ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 6th

Lilly Snow did not look happy. Neither did Noah Pitt. On Lilly, any expression other than joy seemed unnatural. Like a hand ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 30th

Shelly Reuben’s new novel is about … well, we’ll let you find out for yourself as we weekly serialize the ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 23rd

Director of Public Works Amos Goode was the first to arrive at the Mayor’s office on Friday, at a little ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 16th

Tallahassee Dan was gone. Cadogan McClure was gone. And Chestnut Avenue was a disaster. Broken bottles, torn posters, and scorched newspapers ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 9th

Burgess Meekly ran down the stairs from his apartment, and with each step became more and more convinced that only ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 2nd

Shelly Reuben’s new novel is about … well, we’ll let you find out for yourself as we weekly serialize the ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 25th

At 4:30 p.m. on that chaotic Friday, Lucian McBride, police commissioner of The Big City, called Mayor Chiquita Bamberger in ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 18th

Jimmy Christmas and Daisy Dalrymple said not a word after they scrambled onto the Cadillac’s leather bench backseat. It accelerated ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 11th

From the front window of his third-floor apartment, Burgess Meekly had seen it all: Hector Van Hooft pontificating on the ..