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Men of HonorAs Charlie’s mind limped back to consciousness he became aware of two things. The first was that the goddess Athena was apparently attempting to birth herself from inside his head with a battleaxe. The second was that the swarming demonspawn of Satan were wriggling violently around in his belly.Men of Honor
“Oooooh, Christ,” he groaned into his jacket, which was also his pillow. “Good morning to you, too, San Fran.”
With epic force of will he pushed himself up off the shag carpet that had been his bed for the night and searched, bleary-eyed, for the bathroom.&n
by ~Lord-Dream
Rain in the Alley with SchneidThe door of the old bungalow swung open, and through it stepped Dr. Robert, his lanky vulture’s frame stooped from too much worry and too little sleep. Charlie followed close behind, his step similarly without springs and for the same reasons. They exchanged a silent glance and a weary nod and headed through the rickety wooden gate into the alley behind the bungalow, where Dr. Robert produced cigarettes for them both and Charlie lit them with his cherished Zippo lighter. They smoked in silence for a moment, looking down at the dirty yellow light of the city below them.Rain in the Alley with Schneid
“I’m ge
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Anothing Night of Nothing SpecMy palm slammed against the rain streaked glass, and I was swept up by the hotel’s rotary door. It spun so fast that I practically had to leap out into the lobby, and in the process my heels tripped me up and I damn near fell flat on my arse. I felt the blood rush to my face as I straightened up and readjusted my coat. It was a Gucci, brand new, and I grimly recalled my nervous excitement when I’d picked it out yesterday. I headed straight for the bar, looking to see if anyone had noticed my clumsy entrance, but the place was charged with activity and nobody paid me any mind at all.Anothing Night of Nothing Spec
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The SolitaireThere are places in the galaxy where the light of sentience does not shine. Rare shadow worlds which have, whether by design or simple coincidence, gone unexplored by the many star-farers of the modern age. Only the ancient, semi-mythical Species III could claim to have total understanding of their home, and when they left there were some secrets they inevitably took with them. Secrets which, in some cases, even a thousand centuries of study and exploration have not yet been recovered.The Solitaire
The star known to the Terran reservation world Croatoan as “Herald’s Torch” is one such secret.
by ~Lord-Dream
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