Patricia Wilson
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The morgue was not nearly as quiet as Truth had hoped. He had never stuck around the bodies he made. He had certainly never paid attention to the noises they made once they were dead. It wasn’t so much that it was creepy. It was that it was There was a boom he could hear all the way in his drawer, as well as a tangible shake. Bombardment, terrorism, something like that. Sure sounded like a civil war was breaking out. If it wasn’t, if it was all for control of the “Secondary Anomaly,” he could…-
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There was a long silence, as both sides tried to determine if the other was bluffing. In a situation where any tear in their suits might be fatal, talking things out was definitely the better choice. Of course, there was only one “Secondary Anomaly,” which meant that somebody’s boss was going to be pissed. The Secondary Anomaly once known as Truth Medici only listened with half an ear. He was discovering that just because you had suppressed and cultivated away the most energetic fragments of the…
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Truth did all he could. He lay face down in the dirt and tried to clear as much of the explosive energy as he could, while, as a precaution, sneaking in a long, slow, silent breath. Who knew when he would take another? The strange dogs scattered themselves around the perimeter of the playground, not willing to test the interior. Truth didn’t know how dense the cosmic rays were in there, but he And if wishes were witches we could all have a party. He would just have to deal as best he could. Time…
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The park was bathed in golden light. It wasn’t a euphemism for sunshine, the light itself had a heavy feeling, imperishable, untarnishable, endless. Truth could see, from where he had collapsed on the ground, the golden light filling everything in the playground. The swings, the plastic slides, the wood chips and asphalt on the ground. Everything. Nothing had dramatically changed yet, but it would only be a matter of time until every scrap of matter in this place was filled with significance and power.…
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There had been too much horror. Too much suffering. The inevitable crushing down on him as it did on everyone else. Truth had the means to do something about it. Just a little bit. Just in this one place, at this one moment. In a random corner of what was once the greatest city in the world, in a mostly forgotten children’s playground, he would make an island of hope. You couldn’t fit many people in such a tiny playground. No doubt forces and powers he didn’t approve of would discover it and claim…
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Truth crawled out of the sewers. It wasn’t easy. The manhole he had come down through had partially collapsed in on itself. It was, in his inexpert opinion, a minor miracle that the sewer itself hadn’t caved in. Theoretically, he could use Earth Folding Step to bypass the blockage. In practice, he was in no mood to try. The concrete and dirt moved easily enough in his hands. The weight wasn’t a problem. It was just dirty and tiresome. He was used to that. He clawed his way out of the earth, and…
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It was a sound he had never heard before. Heartbreak, outrage, and the sound of tearing stone. Of shattered glass and shattered people. It went on and on, how long he couldn’t say because he was still lost in the horror of the sound long after it had stopped. Something terrible had happened. Harban was screaming. The Ghul didn’t like the light, so they didn’t press up against the window. Lots of room for Truth. He looked out, but all he could see were other slum highrises, all clustered together.…
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Truth walked out of the Anak residence with a sack full of beef skewers, a few jars of sauce and a big helping of dirty looks. Truth spotted some of Susan’s female cousins. They were, if anything, bigger than her. They were also, clearly, not into him. One made a very complicated hand gesture. He hadn’t seen it before, but the meaning was remarkably clear. He didn’t take it to heart. He was planning to fuck off anyhow. Truth made his way over to a souvenir stand, bought a card, wrote Niles that…
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“The Nephilim are a… what species? Clan? Variety of human? That inherited the will of the first God Defier? That’s a Hell of an inheritance, right there.” “Yes. We have also been historically at the forefront of technological development too, though at this point Nephilim and Sethian (that’s the randos on the street, by the way) technology have diverged so much, comparing them is kind of pointless.” “Really? The impression I got, from the very little I know about the Nephilim, is that…
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Susan came down the stairs in a bathrobe and a smile. “Who’s there?” “Boo.” “Boo who?” “Don’t cry, it’s only a joke.” Truth’s voice was very soothing. He was smiling at the several large men glowering at him from the edges of the room. “Hah! I see you have met my cousins.” She looked him over. “You are better looking than I was afraid of. Any chance of growing out a beard? Or at least shaving your head?” “Honestly? Not much. Never liked that look.” “Real shame.…
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