Patricia Wilson
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It should have been safe. It should have. This wasn’t some dinky little road into a minor city like Gwaju. This was National Highway 10 headed into Buran- the second-biggest and second-richest city in the country. The highway was six lanes in both directions. The cost to run the checkpoint must be enormous. The cost to the city in lost income, delayed shipments, whatever, must be tens of times the cost of the checkpoint. Truth wouldn’t be surprised if this were costing Buran ten million wen an hour. He…-
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It didn’t feel safe under the overhang. Truth thought a moment and scolded himself. He was still thinking like a low-level noob. He was a Level Four with an imp. He coated his hand with the fangs of Incisive and carved a little cave out of the bank of the stream. “Thrush, make it watertight and blow out the dust and dirt. Then tidy up the exterior and remove my traces.” “As you command.” Thrush was decent at obscuring their trail. Combined with a few talismans and his various spells and…
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The bartender, after a brief chat with Truth, had no problem serving him water in the same glasses he served Thom white spirits. Whatever Internal Security wanted, they would get. Including the bartender becoming blind, deaf, and mute. Thom was Level Two, and while the lapel pin was providing some protection against Truth’s influence, Truth knew how to work around it. Slowly, Thom was being ground down. He would never say anything too revealing. The System would prevent that. But the “System” was…
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Truth was confronted with an awkward problem. You never, ever, go to the same dead drop twice. Once you touch it, the drop is dead. Touch it a second time, and you are dead. So if you check it, it had DAMN well better have something in it. Hence having covert signals to let operatives know the drop was made. Truth found it all refreshingly simple and robust. The signal he was looking for was a white stone. He considered the chicken-egg-sized rock in front of him. Was it a light gray? Or white? Was the…
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If Merkovah’s package had made it to the dead drop, there would be a white rock under the fourth post of the fence outside of 934 West Pichno Street, Damya. Damya being a small town in farm country just up the highway from Gwaju. Since this was Jeon, a densely settled peninsula, “farm country” started just after a comparatively small belt of suburbs, and he was a bare fifteen kilometers away in a straight line. Easy, except he was standing in a suburban backyard, and this was The Blessing of the…
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To get cleanly out of Gwaju, a small city of no particular importance at the southern tip of the Jeon peninsula, one had to cross the highway that ringed the outer edge of the city. More like a three-quarters circle on account of the ocean being in the way, but that was the basic idea. You could be in your fine carriage, coming in from one of the “attractive” and “enviable” suburbs around the city, and simply Truth admired the parking lot in front of him. Traffic was at a full stop as far as he…
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So, in case you haven't heard. Somehow. Slumrat Rising Vol. 1 is getting released Nov. 7 on Amazon Kindle, KU and Audible. I know, I have been very secretive about this fact, and I apologize. Paperbacks are already avaiable and have been reaching people. I test purchased my own copy, just to make sure everything was working as it was supposed to. You will be shocked to learn that Amazon is, in fact, very good at selling and delivering books to people. I think they have done it at least tiwice in the past.…
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Truth was strolling out of the office building when Incisive started blaring an alarm. His own eyes were very nearly as fast- police cruisers were swarming up the street, smashing aside any carriage or wagon too slow to clear out. Flying platforms decked out in black and gold were incoming faster still, and he could hear the shriek of some great bird overhead. It seems that the ritual had been detected. He could only hope it wasn’t intercepted. In the meantime, he would run like Hell. He turned away…
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“Green Five Delco Pumpkin.” Truth was determined to do things properly, even if Merkovah was in a mood. “Oh, and you remember the procedure, too! Such a diligent, attentive person. How wonderful. Fai Alsho Seven Seven Wolly.” Merkovah’s voice was desert dry. “Is there a particular reason you vanished midway through your transit?” “Yeah. I didn’t want to get sold out by Comrade whoever. And let’s be real, he was one hundred percent a rat.” “He is so heavily glamoured and mentally…
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So check out what I got in the mail today! I am now, officially, a published author. It's a strange feeling, actually. On the one hand, it's just another day. Chores need doing, chapters need writing, the sun will continue to orbit the earth according to the fixed and incotrovertable principals of geocentric astronomy. On the other hand, I got a book published. Its... wild. And amazing. Thank you. To all my regular readers and followers, thank you. So! If you are interested in owning your very own copy,…
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