His own eyes closed, Adam saw through the eyes of a bee. The bee sat on Jason Dante’s shoulder as the assassin picked up a rock from the street. They were outside a closed strip club. Dante threw the rock. The bee took flight. Dante and the bee were through the broken window in seconds. […]

Adam sat cross-legged on the roof, watching his hive. Bees flew about. They looked fine to Dante, but the look on Adam’s face confirmed that they were sick. “I can get money,” Dante said. Adam looked at him, saying nothing. “Without killing. Port Nadine has a pretty robust organized crime scene. I could rob them. […]

“I could make us big money quickly, but I assume you don’t want me doing assassinations.” “Correct,” Adam said. “Then you gotta get a job.” “I intend to sell honey and wax, but for that I need the bees to be healthy.” “Look. I’m not getting a job. We can’t send Gladys out to get […]

In that long-lost time that has recently been deemed worthy of the title of “the Bronze Age” there was a village called Whimblestimblepup. It had a dumb name, so nobody wanted to live there. That’s why Bob Snoggles lived in a village called Coolawesometown. Bob lived a pretty good life. He ate nice meals every […]

Weeks passed while Dante continued to follow his leads. Gladys assured Adam that Dante’s process was always slow and steady. Adam started a small garden on the roof, including several kinds of flowers and a water feature. The bees seemed to like it. Still, they were not thriving. Adam worried. “My bees are sick,” Adam […]