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Dr. Eliza Reilly picked up the doll and scratched at the crust of dried blood on its cheek. Its only remaining eye stared up at her, orb-like, lifeless. Nearby, a dog sunk its teeth into an... |
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flashpointsf.com
The forest was blood red, dying with the year. Cold iron in his hands, the hunter trod the well-worn trail, stepping silently around fallen leaves. |
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lackingtons.com
I am winter's coil, or anyway am set beneath it as I walk down Hunter's Alley into the deep of Monrovia. I am a hunter too, so the name is appropriate, and I bear my knife. People speak sometimes of killers being fond of their weapon, but I never have been of mine. It's merely... |
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kriswrites.com
Once per month, I'll publish an excerpt of one of my novels, and I hope you'll be intrigued enough to buy the rest of the book. I began this practice in February. Unlike the free ficti... |
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