Josh Aterovis
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That would make for a pretty boring book...though, I do get your point. I promise I do like Killian...
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I pulled into the driveway of the beach house, turned off the car, and reached for the door handle. Instead of getting out, however, my hand fell away as I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel. I'd been thinking about Micah's offer all the way home, twisting and turning it, looking at it from every imaginable angle. He wanted me to move in with him. He had this incredible job offer at The New York Times, and was willing to give it up for me. I loved Micah. I knew he loved me.
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Thanks all! I love the all the speculation! Keep it up! Lots more to come...
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Thank you! Good to hear from you again! Looking forward to going on this adventure with you.
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I sat at my desk typing away at the computer, fingers flying, eyes blurring. It felt like I’d been at it for hours. A quick glance at the clock confirmed the depressing truth — I had been at it for hours. Novak had bailed long ago. Not that I'd expected him to stick around anyway, but I also hadn’t planned on being there that late myself. Unfortunately, the mountain of paperwork had other ideas. It never ceased to amaze me how quickly the stuff multiplied. Paperwork was like kudzu — you tur
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The spirits were restless. And so was he. He shifted under the tangled sheets, turning first to one side, then the other, as though he might outmaneuver the invisible weight pressing in around him. For the first time in his life, he wished he weren’t quite so sensitive to the ebb and flow of the ethereal plane. Ever since the excavation began, sleep had become elusive, broken by whispers and the prickling awareness that he was never truly alone. At last, as he had every night for
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Killian Kendall has seen his share of darkness — but nothing like this. When a routine case investigating a series of thefts from a Native American archaeological site unearths a trail of looting and lies, Killian finds himself pulled into a mystery that blurs the line between the living and the dead. A simple case of missing artifacts quickly escalates to violence and murder. Killian must navigate small-town suspicion, fragile alliances, and his own unraveling heart as whispers from beyond the veil grow harder to ignore. Some truths refuse to stay buried...and some connections transcend death itself.
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You're more or less correct about everyone's ages but this story (Never Alone) takes place about three years before the current timeline in the Killian Kendall series, so Jacy is actually roughly a year older than Killian. The next time you meet Jacy, it will jump forward in his story,
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Thank you!
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Life is Like a New Suit of Clothes, Charlie Boone!
Josh Aterovis reviewed Geron Kees's story in Fiction
If you're a fan of the Charlie Boone series, then this one is a can't-miss. Another rousing adventure with familiar faces, new races, new friends...and new enemies. And, as always, a very satisfying conclusion. Geron is one of the best writers on this site. He never misses.-
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I always love Charlie and Company's adventures, but this one, especially the resolution seems particularly relevant. Thank you. A great ending to a great story and promise of future adventures. What more could we ask for?
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Thank you! 🖤
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HAPPY NEW YEAR, ALL!
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You have set a new bar (and spit some bars, as well)! A new challenge set for everyone, their comments more than spell, They should reply in rhyming verse Or suffer @Philippe's dire curse!
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Yes! Their story jumps forward and we meet them again a few years later in A Change of Worlds.
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I nearly knocked Michael over as I burst through the door. As I'd suspected, he'd been listening. I brushed past him, but he ran to keep up, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Are you really leaving?” he asked me. I nodded while I kept walking. He trotted alongside me. “I can’t believe you’re leaving.” He sounded upset. “Do we really have a grandfather that we never knew about?” “Yes,” I said. “Are you really gay?” I stopped abruptly and looked squarely at Michael.
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I thought so! 😉
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Love that! Thank you! And did you maybe mean Skye? LOL And Merry Christmas to you as well!
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Missionaries = Colonialism at its worst. Thank you!!
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Thank you so much! This is a short one. Just one more chapter!
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I was imagining a fundamentalist church of some sort. I grew up Southern Baptist and there was plenty of good, old-fashioned hate from the pulpit. I am sure @Summerabbacat will have much to say! I too look forward to his takes on each chapter, among others! The comment feature is my favorite thing about posting my stories on GA!
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I'm sure no one is upset at a little more adventure with Charlie and the gang...and your brilliant imagination. Welcome back! 🖤
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I blinked at him, confused. “What does that mean?” He frowned, as if he’d expected me to understand immediately. “I see you truly do have a lot to learn,” he said with a soft sigh. There was no blame in his voice, but I couldn’t help bristling. He noticed instantly. “That’s not your fault, Jacy,” he said gently. “You can’t know what you weren’t taught. This will be a simplified explanation, but our ancestors believed most people are born with either a male spirit or a female spiri
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