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Riggs was pressed against a tree in the silver light of a full moon, waiting to see if he would have to kill a man. They used to call the full moon a thief's moon, but in this case, it was just a coincidence. Riggs was as big as you could be and still blend in as average.
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Naked witches.
Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating a circle of writhing, nude women. I scanned the group, wondering how a mild-mannered psychologist like me wound up standing bare-assed in a remote field in the foothills at midnight with a coven of witches.
Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating a circle of writhing, nude women. I scanned the group, wondering how a mild-mannered psychologist like me wound up standing bare-assed in a remote field in the foothills at midnight with a coven of witches.
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“You should really take care to lock your door.”
The voice, velvety as the shadows, caressed my skin. I smiled but didn’t turn toward Robert.
The voice, velvety as the shadows, caressed my skin. I smiled but didn’t turn toward Robert.
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The raindrops slowly descending Matt Pearson’s face showed no sign of stopping. Just like the semi-torrential downfall he’d stood in for the last hour. His current location proved to be the closest he’d gotten to Cristian (Jefe) Polanco, who contrary to his name no one who knew him could or would call him a Christian.
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I awoke to the sound of seagulls and the memory of having died again.
Of anything other than that, I can say nothing, because my mind is a ship lost in the fog. I opened my eyes, but nothing changed.
Of anything other than that, I can say nothing, because my mind is a ship lost in the fog. I opened my eyes, but nothing changed.
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