A down and out alcoholic finds a career where he least expected it. Huggy-Bear didn’t exactly strike me as the sort to work as an apiary. It wasn’t just that […]
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The Exterminator
Sometimes that sweet tooth can really make you the wrong type of enemies. I hate messes. I dislike parasites like Howard Hughes was afraid of germs. I have to clean […]
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Fire, Water, Burn
An Old Booze-Hound Expires With One Last Grand Finale. I got lucky when Mackey checked out of The Bradon Manors Motor Lodge. He wasn’t the worst boozened old sod to […]
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Of Friends and Family
What you risk is only one side of the coin. The other is what you risk it for. Wednesday, 3:15 PM “He shoots! He scores! He wins the game! WOOOOO! […]
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The Tale of Cora Woodfin
A man recalls his first encounter with a member of the Occult Underground Let me begin by saying that I’m a dog-person. Like the guy in that movie said, dog-people […]
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Tired
An adept wrestles with sleep deprivation, cosmic musing, and termites. It’s three in the morning. At least, that’s what the clock says. There’s a sleepwalker downtown, lives above Johnny Danger’s […]
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Unspeakable
A mother’s grief knows no bounds. A halogen tube flickered overhead. For just an instant, the shadow of an operating table danced across the far wall. Then the bulb burned […]
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Dead Man Walking
A trigger event with a Southern drawl. I was a kid when I saw the Dead Man, sitting around a bar with my pa, somewhere deep in the South. We’d […]
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An Inquisitor Is Born
Not everybody in the TNI is a freakshow. Some people even started out normal… Morning is always the worst. Waking up remains a daily brutality. There’s always a brief moment […]
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Back and Forth
Fourth story in the Magid chronicles. At six, Alia had some questions, growing up in an adept’s household. At eighteen, she asks an old family friend named Peter Ravlin. My […]
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