From Chapter Three: The Broken Land Hotel The blond man named Ambrose sat in the dining room, poring over a newspaper at a table beside a huge window overlooking the waterfront. “There’s your friend,” Sam said, pointing. “Guess I’ll head back.” Tom patted his shoulder. “How about you join us, Sam? You eaten today?” Sam hadn’t, and before he could protest, he found himself sitting between Tom and the newspaperman named Ambrose, feeling very self-conscious as a jacket-and-tie-clad waiter appeared [...]
Have fun, kids. Draw me something cool. From The Broken Lands, Chapter One: CHARACTER, CHANCE, AND CHEATING Coney Island, August, 1877 The arrival of the four o’clock train at the terminus of the Prospect Park and Coney Island Railroad line announced itself with a squeal of brakes battling the forward momentum of two hundred tons of iron. The freckled man in the white linen suit scowled as a fine dust fell onto his cuffs. He looked up at the luggage rack, [...]