“’ve gotta go,” mumbled Crupky, her face turned away, as she stepped back. “’ts good to see you again. Ariel. Achilles. Uh. Megan. Need to, uh. Gotta go make sure things are okay at the station.”
Chapter 15: He Died in the Best of Health
“You know,” I said, as we studied the crypt, “this is really nice.”
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Border Guard Chapter 1: Dog Days
Threes.
Every good story uses threes. The reasons for this are complicated, but mostly come down to what humans call prime numbers. Numbers that cannot be easily separated. Amounts which are difficult to split. From such unity comes strength, but also, great pride and a tendency towards self-reinforcing behavior. Three, Five, Seven, Eleven; Thirteen.
Chapter 14: Hands, a Knife, String, or Nothing.
“This is vile,” I growled, pacing the streets. “It’s late September, and it still feels like July.”
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I Know What I Like Chapter 4: Truth
I watched, with a kind of growing horror and fascination, as Nancy continued speaking. The thief had the panicked look of an animal being tracked, hunted, cornered, her nails digging into the chair. Her eyes kept darting back to me.
Chapter 13: Jenny Picks Up the Slack
I Know What I Like Chapter 3: Investigation
The thief watched as Tzedekiel’s arms lowered, talons flashing in the reflected light from the interrogation lamp. The detective flashed another nervous look at the massive gargoyle. The angel had been on the verge of gutting the constable after the thug had struck her. Tzedekiel didn’t even seem to realize it, his eyes flashing as they moved from the detective, to her, to the constable, and back again.
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Case Files 3: Inhuman Ancestry, Prince Vassago, and the King and Queen of Binhamton’s Fall Court.
Inhuman Ancestry
Yeah, it’s time for that talk. You see, when an eldritch horror and an overly curious human love each other very very much…
I Know What I Like Chapter 2: Confession
The noblest of intentions do not excuse a crime
Chapter 12: The Bartender says ‘What is this, some kind of joke?’
I leaned over as Jack and I sat at the red light, and checked the box in her lap. “How are those files going?”
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