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"The Captain of Sharpe's NightBooks"
Rain had wrapped New York in its familiar nighttime gray when Buffy pushed open the door to Sharpe’s NightBooks. The small bell chimed softly, old-fashioned. Warm light spilled between the shelves, and the scent of paper, dust, +
"The Captain of Sharpe's NightBooks"
Rain had wrapped New York in its familiar nighttime gray when Buffy pushed open the door to Sharpe’s NightBooks. The small bell chimed softly, old-fashioned. Warm light spilled between the shelves, and the scent of paper, dust, +
Magic:
I had been a vampire for a while now and though noone had told me how to deal with it all I slowly figured it out.
I had a nice little nest egg thanks to money I received after my husband's death. I still got a job at a nightclub running a bar and working the books.
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Magic:
I had been a vampire for a while now and though noone had told me how to deal with it all I slowly figured it out.
I had a nice little nest egg thanks to money I received after my husband's death. I still got a job at a nightclub running a bar and working the books.
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"The dream came without warning"
Ray stood in a tall, cold room that smelled of dust and blood. The candles burned without flickering, as if even the air were afraid to move. In front of him stood Antonio.. as immaculate as ever. +
"The dream came without warning"
Ray stood in a tall, cold room that smelled of dust and blood. The candles burned without flickering, as if even the air were afraid to move. In front of him stood Antonio.. as immaculate as ever. +
The belt came down again, and 10 year old Cirino Leandros knew better than to utter a sound. Father was in a mood tonight. Muttering something about "damned addition just doesn't work for you, hmm? Count. The. Strikes. Out loud."
His messy blond hair falling over his face, the boy nodded.++
The belt came down again, and 10 year old Cirino Leandros knew better than to utter a sound. Father was in a mood tonight. Muttering something about "damned addition just doesn't work for you, hmm? Count. The. Strikes. Out loud."
His messy blond hair falling over his face, the boy nodded.++
James Kennie:
I took his head. It had to be done but I find no joy in it, just as I find no joy in any life I take. It's survival, them or me, and I just was faster this time.
Someday, I won't be the fastest and my head will fall.
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James Kennie:
I took his head. It had to be done but I find no joy in it, just as I find no joy in any life I take. It's survival, them or me, and I just was faster this time.
Someday, I won't be the fastest and my head will fall.
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James Kennie:
I took his head. It had to be done but I find no joy in it, just as I find no joy in any life I take. It's survival, them or me, and I just was faster this time.
Someday, I won't be the fastest and my head will fall.
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Joy and rapture....not.
Joy and rapture....not.