Wellington Lambert

"He’s dead.” Baron enters my office unannounced, giving me little time to digest his appearance. “Who?” I look up at him, wondering where...

7 “Before religion imploded on itself, our connection to God was seen as a gift to be manipulated by the highest bidder.” Baron’s uncle,...

4 Sharia and I are sharing a scarlet scone at the Bistro K in upper Stanley, a region known for its elite pastry. I called Sharia to meet...