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It was snowing outside, as the church grew quiet after the last hymnal. It was unusual to sing “Amazing Grace” before the preacher’s sermon. Normally, it was one of the songs rotated through after the sermon, when the pastor would stand at the foot of the altar and people would come up to him for prayer, or to be ‘saved’, or any number of things. Then again, there was almost nothing normal about this church service at all. “God’s grace is truly amazing.” The Pastor, Daniel’s father said as
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There was this great spot up in the foothills on the western side of the valley that was just spectacular, and that was where I took Daniel that night after Thanksgiving. We’d ended up spending most of the day at Joe and Elijah’s, and then we had dinner at his place. I’d gotten to meet his grandparents, who seemed like decent folk although they seemed unnerved by the remoteness of their daughter’s new home. They came from a town in California that they felt was fairly small, but when compare
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My stomach was still full from Thanksgiving dinner, but I didn’t want to sit around inside Grandpa’s house watching television with my pants unbuttoned at the top and sleeping off the huge turkey dinner. It had been a nice dinner, as could be expected with mother, grandmother, and Mark’s wife all working in the kitchen for most of the day. It might even have been nice to sit inside with Mark and grandpa, watching the last of the games. If father wasn’t in there with them, I’d have probably be
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“Why aren’t you over there talking to them?” I asked Danny who was sitting on the couch next to me. Joel was on the other side, talking to Jeanette who was now his official girlfriend. He had his arm around her, and his right hand engulfed her left hand. Part of me wanted to do the same to Danny, but I knew better than to even give that wish the time of day. As it was, we were sitting so closely the entire side of his body was touching my left side. “They’re enlisted recruiters, not office
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“Who is that?” Danny’s whisper was almost hoarse as we watched Joel’s mother hug and kiss the cheek of Joel Reynolds. As shocking as it was to learn that she’d named her son after this guy, it was even more shocking to see him here, alive. According to Grandpa and Grandma, the guy had left town just ahead of a lynch mob led by his former best friend in high school. “It’s a long story.” I breathed, hoping it would be an even longer time before Danny heard the story. I sure as hell didn’t wan
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“Ah, look at the two lovebirds!” Deke Owens’ high-pitched voice woke me, or was it the flash from his camera? “Aren’t they just the cutest thing since baked bread?” Joel’s deeper voice was almost as irritating as I opened my eyes and glared at them. Even with my black hoodie up, my face was cold except for where I was leaning against Danny’s head. His head was resting on my left shoulder, and I had no problem imagining the thin stream of drool that was on the shoulder of my black school swea
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“Get the fuck out of my way, asswipe.” I growled as the little kid bumped into me. It was the first day of school, and I did not like having snot-nosed little brats bumping into me as they tried to figure out where they were going. It wasn’t like they were in some big school. Our high school was a small one, just over a hundred kids including all these little seventh and eighth graders. There were barely thirty classrooms in the entire building, how hard was it to figure out where you’re goi
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Daniel Job Pemberle was the kind of guy that grew on you over time. When I first saw him, I thought he was nothing but an artsy-fartsy city boy, who’d grown up pampered with big movie theaters, bowling alleys, skating rinks, putt-putt golf courses, all-night diners, and who’d never had to work a hard day’s work in his life. Everyone knew city folk were like that, pampering their kids until they’d been gone and done with college. Daniel wasn’t like that, as he showed in the weeks of the third
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It was two-thirty in the god damn morning and I couldn’t help but be irritated. If Grandpa hadn’t come up with his hair-brained idea yesterday at the church reception, I could still be in bed. Instead, here I was at the fucking door of the church parsonage, trying to decide what to do. There were no lights on in the house, and it sounded like everyone was still asleep. One choice was to ring the bell again, or pound on the door until someone woke up, but Grandpa would call that downright rud
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Some people call me dumb. That’s alright, really, if they think me dumb. It’s not like I’m ever gonna go to college anyway. Mom and Dad got married right out of high school, mostly because she was already pregnant with my older brother, Mike. At least Dad got a job in the silver mine right away, and he’s always brought home enough money to pay the bills, and maybe once in a while get something nice. Like, for instance we had dinner last night at the Owl Club in town. That was real nice.
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Eddie is not considered the sharpest tool in the shed. Things become interesting when the new preacher comes to town.
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"Malfoy." Harry's voice was just loud enough that the pale blond heard him above the clatter of the train. For a moment there was a look of surprise on that pointed face, but it was quickly replaced by the sneer Harry was all so familiar with. The train jostled for a moment and Harry wavered slightly in the doorway to the empty compartment, but he kept his balance as Draco Malfoy turned in the empty passageway and faced him. "What do you want, Potter?" Malfoy's voice was full of contempt, a
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Harry surprises the hell out of Draco on the train.
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He dreamed. Except for those brief moments of existence, he knew he only existed in these dreams, but that was okay. Even as he dreamed, he knew he was growing stronger, that the parts of him were connecting more, that soon, if things went right, he could exist in the waking world as well as the world of dreams. Birth was always a time of pain, and he understood that, accepted it, and even welcomed the pain that would come with his birth. Jamie didn’t know pain, not the way that Worthington
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“Jesus fucking Christ!” The voice rang out through the speakers on Worthington’s helmet and he winced at the volume. “My foot’s about to freeze off!” “Who is that?” Brandon’s voice called out over the radio. This had been his idea, and he had ransacked every store selling the proper type of helmets, and gotten two technicians to install them and make sure they worked. The radios had a rather limited range, but with the patrol patterns he’d devised with Barry’s help, no one was ever out of ra
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Thanks to his rapport with Jamie the night before, Worthington was more attuned to the subdued attitude at school that day. For his own part, he felt more like a prisoner than anything else, stuck in class listening to boring lectures, and taking boring tests when he should be out there handling preparations. Stacy and Elizabeth had both been firm though, insisting that all of them attend school that day. The rest of the meeting had been fairly anti-climatic after the Davenports had left. A
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Worthington Michael Sinclair, the Fifth, looked out at the twinkling lights of Phoenix and imagined he could feel the sleeping life of the city below him as it prepared to wake. He had gotten far less sleep last night than he could have used, but Jamie had set the alarm, and they’d woken in the early morning hours. While Worthington showered and shaved in his own room, well it was the first time he’d needed to run a razor over his face in a week, and he wanted to look perfect today, Jamie had
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“They want you to come over for dinner.” Jeremy finished what he was saying with a heavy exhalation, and Worthington stared at him in surprise. He’d gotten back from dealing with Curtis Parks and Gerald Norman, and taking care of the ‘misunderstanding’ with Detective Kendrick and the city officials downtown. When he’d gotten home, he’d found Jeremy waiting for him in his bedroom, pacing up a storm. “You’re kidding.” Worthington said in disbelief. “What possessed you to tell them now?” “I t
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“What’s this?” Worthington asked as Barry handed him a piece of paper. In the middle of the paper was a stylized logo with MR in fancy cursive script. “It’s what the guys all want.” Barry said with a shrug. “Mike’s Riders.” “Oh.” Worthington said with a grunt and he moved back to his chair and sat down. It was a bright day outside, and warm. It wasn’t hot yet, but it was definitely getting warmer, moving towards summer. His muscles were sore, too, from a long workout in P.E. Coach Vande
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Just realized there were no updates. I'll see what I can get the tech guy to do...
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“You have a mighty fine problem there, Sir Sinclair.” Domas, First Councilor to the dwarven King Odros said with a grunt. He stood next to Worthington, looking at the same map that had once again drawn Worthington’s attention. Here, in the workroom building of the mine to the east of Phoenix, they were supposedly gathered to begin negotiations, but as they took a break, Worthington had found himself looking at the map again. With a shake of his head, he took a sip of the dwarven drink he’d been
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“Gotta go.” Dave murmured as he rushed out of the motor home with a green face and a hand cupped over his mouth. As soon as he was outside in the darkness, Worthington could hear him vomiting, but put it out of his mind. The stench in the motor home was bad, almost as bad as the buzzing of hundreds of flies. He could cast a spell to get rid of them, but what would be the use? The woman in her sunflower dress would not care anymore if her remains were covered in flies or not. She and her family,
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It had been a very long week, and although it was not even noon yet on Saturday, Worthington felt half-exhausted. He’d made the Bargain with the Light mages for hunting and destroying the demon, although they’d had to haggle over a few of the terms of the Bargain. They’d cast it at twilight, as Dark and Light intermingled, and they’d established a system of warnings and responses if a mage was attacked by a demon. So far there had been no attack. The Light mages part of the bargain included alt
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“Look, don’t argue with me about this.” Worthington practically snarled at Jeremy. The ride back had been painful in its slowness. Stacy drove barely ten miles over the speed limit the entire way! She’d been as nervous as he was, he knew but she seemed unruffled on the drive, and had ignored his frantic pleading with her to hurry up. She seemed to think he was overreacting! “I don’t understand.” Jeremy said with a pained expression as the blanket on the bed stirred slightly. Damn, he had to cal
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“This place is cool.” Barry, the current leader of the ‘gang’ said as they entered the mining building. “Is there any beer?” “We have to ride back down the mountain, remember?” Brandon’s voice was filled with derision at the thought of drinking and riding. “Oh, yeah, but it’s still pretty fucking nice.” Barry said with a smile. He was tall, and had sun-bleached hair. All ten of their group was here, including their newest member, Jamie, who had finally managed to pass his driving test, and eve
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