A New Kind of Literary Pulse

The professor stared deeply into the foam of her coffee and only saw hieroglyphs. 
That little swirl of chocolate she had added to the mocha concoction sort of looked like an ankh, didn't it? The ...  [+]

"The Hapsburgs? Bah, who'd want to paint their ugly mugs, what with their inbred chins! Or perhaps you thought I'd paint Adonis, or David bathing beside Bathsheba, complete with glistening skin and ...  [+]