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Thank you. There is a sort of prequel called A Different World. Some things have been retconned. I will be doing a rewrite in the future, but if you are interested, feel free to give it a look.
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They journeyed north, past the mountains, where the land became jagged with sharp edged seracs and pressure ridges. The spiked wheels that had been added for the truck's long voyage, which according to Everest could take up to three days, kept the tires from slipping and skidding on the ice. "Clan Mureen's territory is two hundred miles in the opposite direction of the Pavilion. It will be a difficult journey. We'll have to stop during the night to let the engine cool off," Everest explained
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Calvin sat across from Steig Evreux, the tip of his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth, in an expression of the deepest concentration. He was fully convinced the bastard who thought of Chess meant it to be a mental torture device rather than a game of fun. Yet Steig insisted he learn to play, stating it was good for the mind; and so for the last two days they'd played back and forth, one game after another. And every time Steig beat him. It seemed the old man was about to beat
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For the next three days and nights the snow storm continued to rage without showing any signs of letting up. On the third day, Danni woke up and looked out the window - he could no longer tell the difference between night and day. Snow whipped past the window. The grey shapes of buildings, little more than shadows, loomed out of the stygian gloom. A sheet of ice covered the window, blurring everything so that Danni felt as if he was looking into a netherworld that existed outside of this
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Juan’s video had appeared all over the world, on just about every TV screen. My father, Uncle Charlie, and the board members of Aamodt Corp went into immediate action, hosting a press conference. Danni Aamodt claimed the video had been an act of terrorism, criminals seeking to do nothing more than create chaos. These lies should not be believed. I stood in the crowd of journalists and spectators, searching his face for the truth, but as always his face was expressionless. Why did he have t
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Calvin awoke, lying on a threadbare couch. Someone had thrown a raggedy blanket across him. The room he looked around was unfamiliar to him. It wasn't Danni's apartment, which was still sparsely furnished, and it wasn't his mother's, which had too much furniture. The apartment was kept neat: There was a rickety wooden coffee table, a bookshelf with tattered volumes, and a well-used armchair. Sitting in the armchair sat an old man. He wore spectacles and held a leatherbound book in his hand.
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The warehouse looked like an industrial fortress, guarded by a barbed wire fence. There were several guards dressed in black armor, armed with rifles or machine guns; there were two stationed behind the main gate. More stood on catwalks, out of the rain. I counted seven but those were only of what I could see. For all I knew there could have been more. Up until now I'd had my reservations about where Juan and his little posse were taking me, but now my doubts had waned considerably. Why woul
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Natalia sat slumped in her chair. She rubbed at her burning eyes, hating herself. She couldn't believe she had just asked Danni to kill a man. What was I thinking? How could I be so cold? But the truth of the matter was the infection scared her. In all of her time as the head of the clinic, she'd never seen anything like what Adwele had. She'd dealt with a bad outbreak with cholera…but this was outside her expertise and she had no idea what protocol she should implement. So far she'd done e
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They're not really zombies...
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Everest followed Dinah into the clinic. It had been a long night. He was cold and his eyes burned with exhaustion. He didn’t like this business with Adwele or the missing bodies...not one bit. It all felt wrong. Especially with the blizzard just hours from closing in. He liked Dinah’s behavior even less. She was acting like a madwoman, making decisions that left him feeling uncertain. In the beginning, when he’d first become her squire, she had been a competent, level-headed leader. Now everythi
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I would like to give a shout out to Talo Segura for making a wonderful book cover. It truly captures the tone of my story and inspires creativity. Just wanted to say thank you.
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I love the character so much that I want to put him in everything and haven't decided which one I'm going to finish. Lane is one of my fanboy crushes 😉.
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Adwele came back gradually. He would surface for a few moments, open his eyes, close them, and then slip back under. When he woke a second time, it was long enough to look around the room in confusion, then at Dinah and ask, "Where am I?" "You're at the clinic, here at Colony Wuxia," Dinah said gently, leaning forward in her chair. She looked into his dark eyes and wrinkled face. His hair was shock-white but his expression was that of a terrified child. For a moment his brow remained cre
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For the next two months I worked under the tutelage of my father, participating in board meetings, traveling with him to different subsidiaries, and overseeing production. I knew he was trying to prepare me to take over the company when he was ready to retire. This was the closest I could ever remember being to him than at any other point in my life. I still resented him, still blamed him for so many things: not just for the death of my mother, but for making me feel cornered, like I had
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Everest braced himself against the wind, miserable and cold. The gear he wore did nothing to protect him against the chill. The breathing mask he wore protected the lower half of his face, but the upper half was exposed even with the hood on. Snowflakes flattened themselves against the front of his jacket. Dinah had told him earlier in the week that the blizzard wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow, but it seemed the snowstorm had already arrived. She picked a hell of a day to do delive
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Two years after my mother died, my father sent me to rehab. Uncle Charlie and he came together to form an intervention. My father's office was on the top floor of the Aamodt Corp branch here in the city. If you looked out the window you could see Doc City's skyline from a hundred and eighty stories in the air. It was quite dizzying to see all the cars, just the vaguest of moving shapes. It was impossible to see people. Danni Aamodt the IV sat at his desk, looking regal and impeccable
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For the umpteenth time, Calvin fell on the makeshift mats Danni had made from pads of foam. He cursed, rolled onto his feet, and turned to face Danni who stood at the other end of the room. Calvin yanked off his shirt. The thin grey fabric was covered in sweat. More sweat covered his forehead, his chest, his back. Danni on the other hand seemed to not have broken a sweat at all. Calvin didn't know which hurt worse: his body or his pride. "I don't know how much longer I can do this," he said.
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Jack Murtagh struggled to heave his ample weight out of the chair. He glared at Danni with his beady brown eyes and pointed a stubby finger at the young man's face. "I dunna no ken what ye do in yer free time and I don't ken if ye're at the sauna getting buggered in both holes, but when you come to work yer shift while I'm here you better be clean and sober. Do you understand?" Danni nodded, face blank. "Yes." "Good. And where the bloody hell is yer friend? I ken what's happened to him a
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After speaking with my mother I decided I would go into the city. After all it was my eighteenth birthday...it was meant to be special. I called a cab and had it take me downtown. There was a new club I'd heard about for gay men, called The Harbinger. Up until today I had no interest in going. Big crowds, bright lights and loud music weren’t my kind of place to go and have fun. But my curiosity was getting the best of me. Through the window I had a perfect view of the city's skyline. A pane
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Mikael stood to the side and watched as Skot and Auberbach took their turns with Calvin, watched them thrust into him and fuck him until he was bloody. To watch someone forcibly be fucked was almost hotter than raping someone itself. It was too cold to pull his cock out until it was time for his own turn - which was soon, very soon, because he was next - so he contented himself by rubbing himself through the thick material of his pants. Auberbach grunted, thrusting into Calvin one final time
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Calvin was worried about Danni. For the past few days he’d barely said two words, going about his work at the processing plant with a dazed look on his face. He cleaned the stalls of the animals and picked the fruits and nodded and grunted whenever Calvin spoke, but Calvin knew he wasn’t really paying attention. It reminded him of the look Calvin’s mother, Lucia, got when she’d taken her daily dose of morphine. It was impossible to say how well he knew Danni. They’d only known each other f
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I wasn't good at parties. I could hold my own socially but inside I always felt like my skin was crawling and my head would explode - even at my own birthday. The people around me were strangers with familiar faces, stand-ins for a movie. They provided the illusion of me having friends - and yet every one of them was connected to my father. They either worked for him or with him in one way or another. They were here at the request of my father, men and women who didn’t know me from Adam.
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I edited the description where Mikael recalls going to the brothel. I wrote that chapter months ago and forgot how graphic the description was. Thank you for bringing it up.
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Mikael Mannu wasn’t sure how long he stood in the middle of the Jacuzzi before awareness returned to him. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes. It was as if a black chasm had opened up inside of him, sucking out the awareness of space in time, his sense of place, his sense of self. There was only a sense of desolation that no words could describe. What did he do to me? For a long time he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes wide, his lips parted to show his gums, teeth, a
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The first few weeks of Danni’s new life were like purgatory and he was the ghost who shrouded himself in silence, only speaking when spoken to. He didn’t leave his quarters unless he was working a shift at the processing plant or getting food. When he went back to his quarters he slept like the dead and ate little. He realized he was going through the typical symptoms of depression. There were nights when he snapped awake in the dark, listening to the miserable shrieks of the wind outside
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