This issue features the third part of the second chapter (the sixth story overall) in my "For Visitors" serial. Enjoy!

Issue 54: June 2010

Welcome to the Edge of Propinquity. Issue 54 is now published. This month we have the loss of thing dear, a story finally told, the exile of a loved one, the crossing of a line and the final release of an old soul.

Four Visitors - Duality, Part Three - by Rick Silva Tina Cronin risks her life to save John Crowell's artwork from enemies who want to make sure all of the dead artist's secrets are reduced to ashes. And Nick Lorem is finally forced to decide whose side he is going to be on in the coming confrontation, as the second visitor leaves his mark on the town of Danforth.

Solstice - Spring, Part Six - by Ivan Ewert Since the evening of the Holiday Outing, Michael Monroe has struggled in silence against the heritage and history he bears. Despite the interests of outside sources, he has remained both neutral and unheard ... until the last person who should presses the last of his nerves. What will come of the God of War in the Middle West?

Mnemosyne - Missing Volumes - by Nick Bergeron Our Hero finds true love at last, how sweet. That sort of love can help you find back against all kinds of topsy-turvy world shaking events, which is just what our Hero needs right now. Of course, I just can't have him hanging around with any sweet young thing he finds. After all, he's mine, and I'm coming back for him.

Sparrow Hill Road - Last Dance with Mary Jane - by Seanan McGuire It's a rainy night at the Last Dance Diner, and Rose Marshall has no choice but to tell a ghost story--the only ghost story that she knows. The story that begins in the summer of 1945, in Buckley Township, Michigan, and ends on Sparrow Hill Road...

Guest Author - Agatha by Ken Staley Idyllic summers with old Great Grandmother Agatha were a treat. She was a woman from another age. Though, no one knew just how old she was. Nor did they know the secret she carried with her all those long centuries; a secret known as Old Smoke.

Have you ever looked over the edge and seen something looking back at you?