“What’s the car?” “A 67 Impala,” Alejo says. “I can fix those.” “Can you destroy them?”

The detective found she’d fallen in love with the time travel tales of a 1930s author.

“What do you call all his heads?”

“You’re sentient?”

Flying through fog, it swooped and landed.

“... canceled by cheerleaders for a pep rally!”

“Hello, Wolf Queen.”

Dots and dashes from Venus