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5.0 out of 5 stars Never Slows Down, June 14, 2014 By J. Bickley “Music Man” (Fort Worth, TX USA) – See all my reviews (REAL NAME) This review is from: Gani & Sean (Paperback) First off, there are no “good guys” in this novel!Gani and Sean are assassins. Gani is the guy and Sean is…
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In a long line of marching skeletons — the clatter of moving bones would assault its ears if the skeleton had any — the first of its kind places one boney foot before the other to advance across the desert wasteland to the wall of a great city. Its broad sword…
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Once on its feet, the skeleton – despite the lack of eyes – notes many other bones strewn across the desert waste skitter across the dry ground to join with other – like-minded ? – bones to form other skeletons which then rise on their boney feet to walk in formation…
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In the desert, the scattered bones begin to rattle. The camels grow skittish, sniff the dry air, move off with determination. One arm bone seeks a wrist while that wrist seeks its palm and finger bones. A finger – one index bone – pokes up from beneath the sand and looks…
Crouching in his lair he waits, longing for the darkness to conquer the painful light. The radiant enemy can only hold back its foe for so long; victory will be to obscurity. “What delicacies might the day-walkers have forfeited for his loot this night?” Ready for bed, she flips the light switch, and the roach…
The change wasn’t subtle, but abrupt; in reality, it came with no warning at all. The other wept through the invasive assaults, hiding its aggression from those nearest, embracing against the brutality, weeping harder and longer as this demon moved into the heart once filled with compassion. The mate stares with hated disbelief at what…
Awake again, long before need be, she begins her labors at the beckoning of the master. The sleep she desired will not be; almost, so close, but deprived from its life renewing inactivity she will work diligently to the bidding he asks. She hears the creaks of the old office chair in front of the desk…
Many a tadpole looked up to him for guidance. The minnows not so much. He is survived by no one that we know of save for those of us who visited him daily through the glass. At death, while resting on the rocks, he gave one final nod toward the minnows he’d yet eaten, then…
It crouches in the shaded corner and allows itself to not be seen. Strands of tentacles inch from its rest but never quite reach the light. Its single orb arrays only its existence, no more. Behind the scenes it feeds dells and lasers; they depend upon its protecting stance from hostile adversaries. Forgotten in the soot it labors on not…
In the dark room, they all refer to him now as the loner. Everyone has a partner, save him. In the darkness it seems it would matter little, for who could see he was alone anyway, but then, there was that moniker and of course the loneliness that accompanied it. He wasn’t always by himself.…
The mounting paperwork on his desk takes face and mocks him as if to acknowledge the impossibility of catching up. He continues to input data, refusing to believe there is no end to this forsaken stack of invoices and delivery receipts. A shot of Crown and a couple aspirins inspire his perseverance. He processes one…
She waits. How long has she waited? She has no idea. Time is meaningless to her and is only measured by her degree of hunger. She recognizes an increasing pain in her abdomen so she knows much time has passed. He stares into the nothingness he knows is his ceiling. Years have passed since he…
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