As the domed ceiling of the Vault of Sorrows completed its slow, torturous opening, Father Clemont was sure he’d finally lost his mind....

Father Clemont blinked rainwater out of his eyes as a steady flow of sand drooled from the portal Sister Lament had ripped in the fabric...

Father Clemont frowned at the sounds of combat from the village below. He was waiting for Revka and Yvonne outside the entrance to the...

As he walked into the main concourse at Václav Havel International Airport, Father Clemont remembered he didn’t know the first word of...

Father Clemont’s ass was sore. Again. And they were still only halfway across the Atlantic. The dull ache around his wrist wasn’t helping...

As Father Clemont pushed his empty plate away, he wondered why he’d ever questioned Mrs. Kowalski. Pierogi really did make everything...

When Father Clemont awoke, he was floating above St. Paul's church. Looking down at its sloped roof, his first thought was that the...

How Mrs. Kowalski was still alive, Father Clemont could only guess. She smoked constantly, and when she didn't have a cigarette between...