The AI Connection in Void Canyon
The transition from the dripping humidity of the Fakahatchee Strand to the arid high altitude desert of Sanpete County, Utah, was jarring. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes stepped out of the rental…
The Garden of Stone Conclusion: The Flattery Gambit and Utah Map
Gator Gabe reached for his sidearm but Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Monty had read the reports of a certain investigator from Wales. He knew…
Incident in the Garden of Stone
The air in the remote corner of the Fakahatchee Strand was thick with the scent of wild vanilla orchids and something much older. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was following up on…
The Azure Void: Monty and the Sargasso Knot
The Atlantic was an unnerving shade of sapphire. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat on the deck of the Calypso’s Ghost. This research vessel was currently bobbing in the infamous Sargasso Sea.…
The Phantom Flock: Monty and the Glitch in the Ground
The Executive Aviation Center was a small private airport tucked away on the edge of the Everglades. It was a picture of orderly efficiency usually. Lately its control tower had…
The Hollow Ground: Monty and the Memory of Water
It was late February. The Holey Land Wildlife Management Area lived up to its name in the cruelest way possible. Usually a mosaic of wet prairies and marsh, the record…
The Sunshine State Stargate: Monty and the Man with the Golden Pot
The humid, swampy air of North Miami was a far cry from the Welsh hills, but the man standing in front of Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes had enough “hiraeth” in his…
The Phantom Pulse: Monty and the Pocket Monsters of the Glades
The humidity in the Western Everglades was so thick you could carve it, and the air hummed with a tension that Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes didn’t like one bit. For three…
The Island of Echos: Monty and the Spectral Menagerie
The neon silhouette of the World’s Most Famous Fairytale Castle cast a shimmering, artificial glow across the black waters of the lagoon. But the island sitting in its shadow was…
The Friction Veil: Monty and the Kineticist Cul-de-Sac
The neon pulse of the “Solstice Flare” flickered across Monty’s spectacles as he drifted through the festival’s outer rim. This wasn’t a gathering of simple revelers; it was a high-octane…