There are some who believe that magic is gone from this world; or rather, that it never existed in the first place, being nothing but superstitions of fearful apes attempting to impose their will on an uncaring universe. This is, of course, incorrect. The first bit, not the stuff about humans being fearful apes. In contrast, there are some who believe that magic, like the nebulous divinity of pantheism, is an all-pervading force unifying the cosmos, and what we in our limits call mundanity is in fact a sliver of Eternity itself. This is also incorrect. Furthermore, it is hippie nonsense, or at least a symptom of watching too much Star Wars. There is a third view, however: that magic is still here and never really left, preferring instead to conceal, to relocate, to feign normalcy. Witchcraft still stirs up trouble, the fae still lurk in green glades far from asphalt encroachment, and if you turn around quick enough you might spot the border between this world and the Other Place. This is, for the most part, incorrect. The Other Place has its own rules, its own power struggles, and generally regards the mundane world with disdain. However, it is most completely incorrect in Cedarville, MA, where the worst criminals, spies, and dissidents from the Other Place hide from retribution under an uneasy truce. In Cedarville, magic does not hide. It is not separate, or subtle. And most of all, it does not play by the rules. (Or: Joe was feeling chaotic and dumped a bunch of AG tributes in a small town AU)

Dwight Deeney goes into politics. Tilly Welcher turns to crime. Martin Deeney is a dinosaur. P.G. Bunsen is a drifter. Daniel Fry is drifting. This is a story about home; the lengths some go to get one, and the lengths some go to stay out of one. A story about change, and the volatile reactions of those affected by it.

Some short stories, some senseless drivel.

For nearly a century the Sentries have been humanity's safeguard against the various insanities and abominations too great to be handled by the ordinary humans. Their superhuman might is the stuff of legends; with the immortal Blacklight at their head, their mere name is enough to send criminals cowering for cover. That's the official story, anyway. Irene Santos isn't sure she buys it, but the specific details have never really been her concern-- until now. When an explosion overseas leaves her bereft of any relatives, she is shocked to discover that her great-grandfather is still alive, well, and running an elite squad of superheroes in his spare time. Nonetheless, it's up to her and her new-found ancestor to adjust in a matter of days. It's never been more dangerous to be the descendant of a superhuman, particularly when a mysterious force begins to pick off the Sentries one by one. As her new world begins to crumble, friends, family, and all, Irene must face three difficult questions: What could snuff out superhumanly powerful warriors? Does she have what it takes to help? Does she even have what it takes to survive?

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Abandoned on the steps of a church as an infant, Evelyn Ferne finally feels as though her life is coming together. At long last she has the parents she's always longed for, as well as her first taste of real romance and love. But try as she might her life has never been normal. Abilities to which she has little control and even less understanding have always threatened to derail the life Evelyn worked so hard to build. Abilities that are steadily growing in strength and diversity. And now Evelyn's tenuous hold on life has been threatened further still. A friend, once thought imaginary, has made a very sudden, very real re-appearance, bringing to life secrets and dangers from a past and a world Evelyn never knew existed. A world that wants nothing more than to tear everything she loves apart. Will Evelyn be able to hold onto the life she's always wanted and protect those she loves, or will the unknown darkness from her hidden past claim her for its own.