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lateralthinkingtechnology.wordpress.com
English coast; great splendid roar of the waves battering the cliffside, the rush of wind, the howl of despair from across the freezing sea - over there within the abyssal sky nothing, brother, but death and slow and squalid death at that, and here, at your back, the verdant Jerusalem, the fields where in ancient... |
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newcritique.co.uk
"She'd been flying the Bush before she could drive, and her father's caution had become her own. 'Your problems aren't out there,' he'd say, and then point to his head, 'They're in here.'" |
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podcastle.org
Ink, and Breath, and Spring by Frances Rowat The wheelbarrow thumped a jolt into Palwick's arms with every third step as he led Mattish back to where he'd found the corpse, out in the northern reaches of the garden. The trees waved dimly at them under the grey sky, and the thin morning light crept [...] |
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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 of 2011.Unlike the fr... |
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