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• A Wedding Here, Funeral There

  April 17, 2008

       "Why are we throwing Kitty a wedding again?" Kearna Tierney looked up from her notepad, the fountain pen held loosely in one hand. She lifted a brow at her roommate, Sierra, who was frowning at a glossy catalogue of bridesmaid dresses. The cowgirl grunted, turni...

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• Is the Aftermath Always This Confusing?

  April 13, 2008

       The wind rustled through the overgrown oak leaves and toyed with Jonas Foster's black hair. The former death mage and hit for hire stood on the cracked sidewalk, his hands in his jacket pockets, and stared at the small, white house. Literally eighteen years had passed sin...

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• Breakfast in the Penthouse

  April 13, 2008

       The bacon fat spit and sizzled when Jonas Foster tossed the raw meat into the frying pan, temporarily drowning out the former death mage's words.      "...so that's when I hit her," he said, turning around and leaning on the opposite counter....

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• In a Nightmare, Awakening a Dream

  April 13, 2008

       Jezebel clapped her hands when the ice cracked and opened, allowing the hulking Tzimisce to step out of the diorama. She kicked a handful of bloody pearls out of the way, making sure Arbalest Vlar wouldn't slip, and almost skipped around him. Dona Elena Atima Justinicus C...

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• Wings

  April 4, 2008

  Wings.I think of wings.White feathers, shining silver,spread to shade my eyes.I think of wings.When I think of wingsI think of angels.I think of the angels I have known,the ones who never showed their wings.They were not divinely beautiful.They were not purely good.There was no divinity in them.T...

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• A Wrench In The Works

  March 27, 2008

       The desk was all but invisible behind the stacks of file folders, fast-food wrappers, abandoned coffee cups and empty, crumpled packs of American Spirit. The office itself was abysmally filthy, and very cramped, with small tables holding plastic-bagged bits of bloody clot...

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• Just No Escaping Them

  March 27, 2008

       "It wasn't something I considered," Derek said, his hands busy with thin strips of flexible leather. "I don't think it's something ya ever really think about. Try it yerself sometime. Just park yer ass and see if ya can think about death without yer train o...

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• Exposition and Segue

  March 22, 2008

       Now, how is the story of Briar Dallas different from the thousands of other abused, neglected children in this modern world? Choose which to address first, for there are two exceptional things which set Briar aside from those around her, closely tied together. She was a m...

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• A Rare Glimpse: Briar Dallas’s Journal

  March 22, 2008

  I wish I could dream of pretty things.Hell, I wish I could dream at all.I hear the fae talk about their dreams, and that place they can reach where their dreams are all reality. Amelia offered to take me over there once. I don't think she understood why I dropped my glass.    ...

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