“Mmmm ... that one.” “That one?” “Yes.” “That one ?” “Yes,” he replied with more of a hiss. “Man Skiwee, you...

“We were in the red last quarter.” Evan Parks frowned as he tried to balance the tip of his ballpoint pen on the shiny conference table. He was vaguely aware of the fact that the ...

Everywhere he looked there were older men in polo shirts and khakis, a few younger man in button downs and loafers too, with a rare shirt and tie floating through the crowd. The stares of a hund...

Although he would never admit it, Jonathan Jones wanted to go to Colorado badly. He loved absolutely everything about that idea: the city, the fans, the stable of quality players they were slowl...

Just because there was no natural ice in July didn't mean everything was all gym work. A rubber ball, a stick, a garage door bleached by sun light and sea air, that was all Lemur really needed. ...

Alex hated the attention. He hated it, but he couldn't figure out what to do about it. If he said something, the giggling, snorting, squealing tittering masses gathered around his delighted moth...

Lars Fredriksen stared at the sheet of paper in his hands. It was a single sheet of computer paper, naked and white save for his name written in black all caps and centered landscape on the page...

Training camp as a sophomore was slightly less stressful than training camp as a potential rookie had been, but Martin felt uncomfortable being confident. He distracted himself with routine: ope...

Vovka was a genius. The first game-- played with his shoes slipping across the ice and with a borrowed stick slightly too long for him-- was a fluke. It was an unrepeatable moment of pure pl...

As they were both Russian they were naturally lumped together. As they were both Russian they were inevitably described as “enigmatic”, which Alex attributed to the fact that they ha...

“Absolutely not ... I forbid it.” Their two bedroom apartment wouldn't look like anything special to foreigners, nothing like what Alex would eventually come to understand Western...

Scottie couldn't believe it. There was his name-- child of the second round who had clawed his way up the rankings after not being drafted at all in his first year of eligibility-- he was on th...

“LA?”   “Nope, not without Gabrelovic and Cihlar.”   “Jesus, all three of them? That's highway robbery!”   “Well ... we could tal...

Martin was perpetually nettled by the appearance of terminology related to hockey that he did not understand. On the game side of things there were not many problems: they used the same words f...

Mikhail “Gabby” Gabrelovic was a product of HC Spartak, a good but politically unmoored Moscow based team. Unlike HC Dynamo which was affiliated with the police and by extension the...

The man with the mustache, Yakov Erin as Alex would eventually find out, was a quiet and serious man. All through try-outs he gave no indication of what he was thinking, extended no obvious ges...

He didn't realize exactly what it was until they dropped it. A braided piece of wire, coppery in color ... thin ... flexible, threads of fine red fluid-- still wet-- running down the curve of i...