Fat Amy sneezed. Her fellow Bellas, singers from the premiere a cappella group at Barden University, shied back in a way they hadn’t...

“Morty!” I whispered. “What is it?” “A cow!” “A cow?” my husband replied. “But we’re in heaven.” “Heaven’s front yard, at least...

“Please don’t call me that,” I said gently.  “But it’s your name!” my lab partner expostulated.  There was no denying the validity of...

“My name is Hannibal Lecter, and I…” “Pass.” Caroline politely shuffled the papers on her desk, giving the villain a moment to collect his..

Isis was not amused. Over the past three thousand years, she’d been subjected to unthinkable indignities, her name sneered at as newer...

My name is Portia, and I am a Shakespearean scholar. Except I’m not, because Shakespeare never existed. I won’t bother trying to convince...