Patricia Wilson
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Truth smirked vindictively as he walked to Merkovah’s office. He had a fair idea of what would happen when that picture was published, and he “You look cheerful. I’m suddenly worried. AH! Where is your sword?!” Truth’s smile got a lot warmer as he stretched out his hand. The Tongue of One Who Speaks For God appeared, as beautiful as ever. “God be praised. It accepted you fully. I was afraid it might not.” Merkovah breathed out, almost whispering. He looked a little torn. “She just…-
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Truth looked at the shard of glass. Then Merkovah. Then back at the glass. Then at Merkovah. “I think I finally snapped. This is the what now?” “Only just now? Sorry. I hate that thing with every fiber of my being. Not your fault.” Merkovah waived his apology. “ Truth took a moment to process the words because he was sure he hadn’t understood them properly. “I… use magic, which is definitionally the cosmic energy inside of me interacting with the cosmic rays “Yes.”…
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Truth was sitting in the little chapel in Nag Hamadi, the same one he had found Etenesh praying in before the duel. He wasn’t sure why he was sitting there. He hoped some sliver of explanation would come to him. Some divine revelation. He had finally found love. Loved. Been loved. And his very existence was poison to the person who loved him best. To know him was to be unable to love him. The thought kept going around and around. He poisoned Etenesh. It was the slums. It was all the things he ranted…
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Truth teetered on the edge of what should have been an obvious decision and started to laugh. Deep, honest laughter, coming from the gut and bubbling through the pain and anger and joy and lust until it reached the open air as mirth tough enough to go the distance. “Why go back to Hell? Because Truth leaned in and kissed her again. Slowly, possessively, this time. “My entire life, before you, could be defined in one phrase- “That’s not okay. That’s fucked up.” And I told myself that I was…
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His name was Truth Medici, and he was not alone. He didn’t have to work alone, think alone, fight alone. Truth Medici shared his life with another- Etenesh. And Etenesh loved him. Truly, wholly, passionately. He could feel her obsession, her need for something real and tangible she could devote herself to, and it was Truth. In this place… there was no need for trust or belief. There was only the connection. It was at this moment that Truth truly believed that he was loved. That he was worthy of love…
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Truth had never taken someone for a ride with him on his iron horse. Another first for Etenesh. She snuggled behind him, pressing against his back as her arms wrapped around his waist. She was so warm. He took them through the streets of Xandere at a speed most Level Three’s would consider unwise, and most Level Ones would consider suicidal. Splitting the gap between lanes, darting between heavy wagons, and even going through notionally pedestrian-only alleys. He never once had to slow down. His…
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They clustered around the scry together- Etenesh, Jember, Truth, and Merkovah, joined by what seemed like the entire staff of the Temple Nag Hamadi. The newscaster was stuttering, trying to explain what was going on as their brain was desperately trying to keep up with events. The legendary Black Ships of the Shattervoid Clan hung above their planet. Each so vast, it was impossible to get a sense of the scale of them. Each so vast, yet they were still lost in the void between stars. The camera couldn't…
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Slumrat Rising is coming out in Audio, eBook and paperback November 7, 2023. Podium Audio is the publisher, and they have done incredible work on editing and cover design. I haven't heard the audio yet but I can tell you that the reader is Todd Haberkorn, a name you may know from some of the biggest anime (he was freaking Natsu in the English Dub of Fairy Tale) and videogames of the last few years. Including Starfield, if you are playing that. So... yeah. It's a big deal. As you might expect, Slumrat…
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Truth stared at the old man. The rancid geriatric was indifferent to the hard look and lit another cigarette off the burning cherry of the first. “My soul is having visions without me.” “Best guess? Yeah.” The old man nodded. He held up the cigarette and examined it. Truth was momentarily glad it wasn’t Red Bats or something. He didn’t recognize the brand. “That’s not a thing.” “Buddy. Who’re you talking to right now?” “I have no idea?” “I already told you. I am “No,…
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Truth accepted that he wasn’t going to feel good, emotionally, for a while. It wasn’t fun. Well, definitionally, right? It wasn’t a nice feeling to sit with. But he did sit with it. He gave himself time to fully experience the sensation. He knew he had come a long way, emotionally and educationally, since coming to Siphios. And yet, he kept coming back to the same phrase he thought of on the banks of the canal in Harban. That’s not okay. That’s fucked up. But I’m okay with it. Which is fucked…
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