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Ignacious Lamont Crowley
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
Diablo watched the lightning streak across the sky. He loved a good storm. The rain pelted his face and naked torso as he stood on the balcony of the ..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
SilverFang was Diablo’s right hand…his lieutenant. Diablo was planning to retire in a few years and SilverFang was the only one wh..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
Jackson Tratalade was a New York Times best selling author. His books hit a market not quite touched upon yet. He has written a series of books t..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
The tranquil apartment was silent except for the creek like hum of the refrigerator. Like the crack from a hunter’s rifle, the phone inte..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
The wooden match flared to life, touched the tip of the cigarette. The only light in the room came from the computer monitor. He blew out the ma..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
Cold coffee is incredibly bitter. It tastes only a step better than bile. But if you need to stay up late or wake up early cold coffee does the..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
It was the type of alley sewer rats stayed away from simply because every two months someone was murdered in it. When that happened, every inch o..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
With a few whispered words, Larry made his way past the doorman. He proceeded down a hallway that was so dark even his nocturnal vision was hind..
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
This REALLY needs edited and to be updated but the "gist " is there :)
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A Chapter by
Ignacious Lamont Crowley
To Michael on the other hand, the world was all too apparent. It was ablaze with pain. His shoulder felt as though he had shoved it into a chip..
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