Patricia Wilson
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Truth floated in the tub. He wasn’t particularly bothered by the lockdown- he certainly needed a rest and didn’t fear the manhunt finding him. It was something else completely different that had seized his attention- what did Jeon look like before Starbrite arrived? He had some idea of how Siphios looked; Merkovah and Etenesh would hardly shut up about how wonderful it had all been. All the strange wonders and mysterious delights of the nation most favored by God. But then, they were looking back on a…-
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There is one thing everyone knows about demon summoning. Even if you don’t know anything about demon summoning, you know this for the same reason you know not to have sex with a wasp’s nest. There are ideas so intuitively stupid and dangerous most people don’t need the logic spelled out. So even if you don’t know anything about demon summoning, you know you never, But then, stupid and dangerous was exactly what Truth was going for. It wasn’t Thrush perched on a heavy needler on the arms rack.…
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Truth struggled to activate the scales portion of Incisive. It was a little hurtful that, apparently, it was a stretch to think he might be a senior manager from out of town on an inspection visit. Which okay, he was young, but come on! Was it more believable that he was the ruthless heir to some ancient hidden family than a goddamn white-collar prick from the internal audit team? Apparently, yes, it was. He banged his head against it for a while, trying to find some version of the identity that…
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Light came in a dim, narrow column from the open door, across the carpet of teeth and putting a shine in the eye made of eyes. The Ghūl seemed to coat every surface not given over to worship, clinging to the walls and ceiling as easily as they knelt on the floor. Their flesh withered or rotted, or simply flaking away, long bones jutting from finger or toe, long nails on those hands complete enough to hang on to them. Some with eyes, most with teeth, some with far too many teeth. All gathered in silent,…
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He knew it was coming, and yet, the answer still threw him. Odd. “You want to share this world with demons as equals. As a way to combat despair and the diseases of despair.” “Sounds like a leap?” Terry smiled. “Just a smidge.” “It should. Demons are “Right. That is exactly the concern.” Truth nodded, certain that they weren’t understanding each other. “The problem stems from an issue of language, first and foremost. Our language for describing demons, and our relationship with…
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Several things clicked all at once. Gullvar was a Holdout, or at least Anakson was. This Project Golden Dawn was intended to activate once the planet’s magic collapsed. The Hyperthaumobaric Chamber must be conditioning her body to endure whatever the Giant Seed requires. She was either sent to the restaurant to trawl for other hidden powers, or the conditions of being in the program were so horrible she wanted to be rescued. In any case, she had jumped on the lead Truth had given her. The mysteriously…
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Truth slowly walked around the roof, examining the circle of chests and the metal coffin at their center. The blue mists rising out of the chests were thin and cold, like smoke from a dying fire. The mist was being pulled through the air by the array and saturating the coffin. From what he could see, there were intakes in the coffin for the mist to seep into. He squatted next to one, trying to get a closer look at what it was exactly. The spellwork wasn’t familiar to him. There were structures that…
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Truth rolled his shoulders. In theory, The Not a wasted morning. He had a nice little selection of tools here, most of it fairly stock stuff from the big box talisman supply store. Just a few little modifications to some pathways, underpowering some arrays, overpowering others. Little tweaks. He packed everything into a soft tool bag and took a last minute to make himself a name tag, just in case. He looked at the sticker and laughed. His “just in case” had really changed since his visit to the…
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The staff of the mansion assembled on the steps, Madame Gullvar at the top. They bowed as one. The descended deity was worthy of that much respect. Truth pegged the large man at Level Five, but that wasn’t the source of the oppression. It was his sheer presence. If Truth had a local superreality edge on almost everybody, this man was the “almost.” Truth moved out of sight, went very still, and ran the Incisive as hard as he could. He didn’t bother trying for total imperceptibility. He was just a…
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I promised something special for the paperback readers, and here it is- you guys get to read the published edition TWO WEEKS before the Ebook and Audiobook crowd. Yup. Two weeks. Oh, I know the listing says it’s out November 7th. This is a cunning ruse. In fact, it will be released October 23rd. That is one week from today. You are just one week from having the very first print copies of Slumrat Rising in your hand! Now, the reason that we are doing this is because we are hoping you will leave a rating…
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