The drizzle in Seattle was not so much weather as it was a mood—a persistent, gray curtain that hung over the city from…
The law of gravity is absolute. It doesn’t care if you’re a king, a pauper, or the Godfather of Harlem. If you…
The morning of March 3rd, 1931, arrived in Harlem with the color of bruising—a purple-gray dawn that promised cold and delivered worse. On…
The heat in Colleton County, South Carolina, was not merely a temperature; it was a physical weight, pressing down on the marshes and…
The sun over Riverside, California, in 1885 was not a warm embrace; it was a judgment. It bleached the color from the wooden…
New York City. Present Day. Richard Sterling stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office on the 88th floor of the Hudson…
Or so Elena thought. She was standing on a pedestal in the main viewing area, the silk of a twenty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown…
The mud in France didn’t care who you were. It sucked the boots off colonels and privates alike. It froze into jagged ridges…
The town of St. Lô wasn’t a town anymore. It was a graveyard of brick and mortar. Technical Sergeant John “Miller” Miller crouched…
The war in Europe was practically a corpse. Hitler had put a bullet in his head in a bunker in Berlin five days…