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I’ve met countless souls over the years – rich and poor, young and old, across many different places and many different times, but never had I met anyone quite like him.Read More →

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What good is being psychic if you can only predict someone’s coffee order or that their shoe will come untied? But our heroine’s normally mundane talent takes a dark turn when she realizes she’s going to be hit by a car. Will she survive? Can she change her fate?Read More →

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When a chain-smoking, foul-mouthed finned gypsy washes up in a small Oregon town, the acting Chief of Police finds herself becoming a reluctant mermaids’ rights activist.Read More →

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Simon, a weak man who suffers from stomach pain and headaches, is afraid of everything–fog, insects, his boss. But all of his pain and fears disappear when Simon finds a whole new universe on his Peek device.Read More →

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The Angel of El Escorial By Andrew Johnston The notes in the pages that follow are a secret to all but God the Father and their author, Epifanio Artemio Felix, servant of the Holy Mother Church and bearer and translator of the Holy Scripture in the name of Bishop ofRead More →

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In a world where vampires are evolved alongside humankind, one a vampire is experiencing a mid-life crisis which includes an unhealthy attachment to his long-dead wife, a struggle with his faith, and mental illness.Read More →

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When this narrator finds his “special lady,” he is swept away with her beauty and perfection. However, she has a hidden secret and events become increasingly bizarre until he finds out the outlandish truth about her.Read More →

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“A unique, bizarre talent” was how critics described Timera Lovich and her wildy speculative poetry. But even she didn’t know the true genesis of her imaginary tales until she realized she wasn’t who or what she thought she was. Until it was too late.Read More →

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Quinn Baxter escaped from a tyrannical government and finds that he is now an alien fugitive on the run from his planet’s security squad.Read More →

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For Althea Stagg, demigod detective, family history and mythology are often the same thing. So it comes as no surprise to her when a case leads her to a corn maze, and the monster that stalks its prey within.Read More →

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A story about a young woman’s journey to find her true identity after her mother dies. It’s also a story about love, Mother Earth, and living without fear.Read More →

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Excerpt: Krim Times By Maria Korolov Once upon a time, there was a virtual world that was almost, but not quite, completely unlike 1500s England. The assassin peered out from the window overlooking Leadenhall Street. It was mid-day and there were plenty of targets. Local residents, mostly, but also aRead More →

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“An arid world is ruled by the five beast-gods, human-animal hybrids with mysterious powers — but also, increasingly, by the despotic Daonais and their loyal servants, Nade she has no memory of her past  but becomes the target of heated pursuits through the inhospitable desert.Read More →

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A woman with no memory wakes up in a city with no history. The city is alive. Among skyscrapers of flesh and bridges of bone, Kora hunts for her identity and for the forbidden food she craves: a predator and prey at once.Read More →

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Milagro By Chuck Hand Jimi awoke, moving only her eyes. It was something she learned from Lonny.  He called it pulling together the threads of your life before you start moving around.  It’s a focusing thing. She reviewed what she could do this day to make her dreams come true. Read More →

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I slip into the confessional booth and sit down on the pale green cushion. It’s a peaceful place redolent of oiled wood, clean old ladies, and thousands of years of tradition. On my right, where the outline of a priest will appear, is a beautiful screen of elaborately carved woodenRead More →

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The Revenge of the Trees By Charles Hand The Dutch Goose is one of those cozy little bars in the neighborhood surrounding MIT. It’s a place where you can pick up a sandwich on the way home from campus or have a few beers while doing homework. Couples drop byRead More →

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We were to start at noon. The impatient crowd which pressed around the enclosed space, filling the enclosed square, overflowing into the contiguous streets, and covering the houses from the ground-floor to the slated gables, presented a striking scene.Read More →

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The Moreot, Katusthius Ziani, travelled wearily, and in fear of its robber-inhabitants, through the pashalik of Yannina; yet he had no cause for dread.Read More →

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It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Read More →

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There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of “C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,” was inscribed. The contents of its window were curiously variegated.Read More →

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This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.Read More →

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This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.Read More →

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His name was George McWhirter Fotheringay—not the sort of name by any means to lead to any expectation of miracles—and he was clerk at Gomshott’s. He was greatly addicted to assertive argument. It was while he was asserting the impossibility of miracles that he had his first intimation of his extraordinary powers.Read More →