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Marcus leaned against the back of the sofa, elbow resting on the arm, finger at his temple, thumb at his chin, staring
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Marcus leaned against the back of the sofa, elbow resting on the arm, finger at his temple, thumb at his chin, staring
Being alone didn’t bother Jim, typically. But on this particular night it did; as it had been for the past fifty-four years.
The room was large. It had to be, to hold members of the Greek pantheon. Not all were present, but many were,
Chance had been outside smoking for a while – partly to enjoy the warm night, but mostly to think. He was reluctant
Trish was uncertain as to exactly what time she needed to be at the meeting, but she’d agreed to be there, and
Deacon presented the braid to his master that evening. Gabriel smiled brilliantly. “Excellent work, Deacon. Smart thinking on your part.” He did
“Our brothers have fallen at the hands of these devils! For why else would they not have come home to us? Why
It was nearing that time of year again. She could feel it coming. It would cycle, over and over again in the
His name was Deacon, and he watched the house from a copse of trees across the street. He’d been watching it for
A sealed manila envelope is left for Charles at the youth center, on his desk in the office. Three pieces of paper