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Lies of the Prophet for Kindle

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I grew up with Death.  I don't mean that I grew up in a funeral home, or anything like that.  I mean that Death and I grew up together.  When I was young, he was mercurial, dancing, playful, and fickle.  Like the time he took my best friend.  I only knew this kid for two weeks or so, but he was my first best friend — his name was Danny.  When Death took him I tried to figure out where they had gone.

They lived with their parents in a small house with big land and lean horses. Their dad, Joe, rehabilitated these graceful giants for Maryland's hungry horse-racing community. He was neither an owner, a vet, a trainer, nor a breeder, but everyone around admitted Joe knew how to turn out a horse. After a month on Joe's farm, a horse would be shiny and strong; tapping hard toes across the springy turf.

She angled her cigarette case to track Bob's progress without turning to watch. He paused and bent over to talk to the man playing piano in the corner. Frustrated that she couldn't make out what he was doing, she looked up in time to see Bob having a lively conversation with the musician. He pointed in her direction. Bob smiled when their eyes met. She felt a flush of warmth in her cheeks ...

Now he has slowed and swerved, and he's on a collision course with an El Camino.  The guy who drives this thing uses this Camino to tow a snowmobile trailer, and he leaves his telescoping, extending mirrors on all year long.  So, our friend — the happy deer-swerver — is now experiencing a face full of El mirror accompanied by his hand being crunched between his little car and El rusty Camino.

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The Vivisectionist for Kindle

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In his dream the boy stretched out on the dock, warmed by the late-summer sun. He debated whether to jump in the lake one more time. The water would feel cool and silky, and would wash away the beads of sweat which had formed on his forehead. On the other hand, his bathing suit was almost dry and had finally become comfortable. A breeze cooled him down enough that he could delay his decision. Somewhere, a crow barked out an unnatural metallic screech.