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CHAPTER TEN:
Ayer’s Rock
“C’mon,
then, you drongos,” Aussie Donna called out, her Aussie dialect scrumptiously
thic..
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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Mystic Rhythms
We huddled
around Adrianos’s cadaver-like body, like desperate mourners preparing for a
séance...
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CHAPTER TWELVE: A
Year in the Unlife
Nearly three-hundred years before, and a
continent or two away… the Balkan Mountains, December, ..
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
The Motherland
“Privyet! Welcome to Saint Petersburg,” Makenna said, in her usual
pleasingly feminine voice,..
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Daybreak
I awoke, however many
hours later, with a gorgeous naked woman next to me, and a thoroughly
unpleasant feelin..
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Assassin
I awoke �" again �"
however many hours later, with the remnants of a dream still flashi..
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Inquisition
‘Nevik… my darling… come back to us… come back to me…’
“Nevi..
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: The Shadow
Council
I thought the same
thing that everyone else was likely thinking at that moment �" if K..
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Judgment
December, 1777… An
ancient castle in the Balkans… one that used to belong to Lord Darius Leone&h..
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CHAPTER NINETEEN: For Whom the
Belli Tolls
The demon-form
retreated, chased off by the blood-loss incurred by Sagaan’s godforsaken..
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