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Last chapter on Fictionaut, my friends. Amazon put Sacrifice in its Kindle Bookstore this evening. $2.99 and you can read the whooooole thing in one sitting!
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“I want to sit in the front,” Trueblood said. “I'd feel like some kind of dipshit in the back seat.”
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“How about Rectal Research Center?” Gladys said. “Nobody will want to set foot on the property.” Sporadic snickering flitted around the table.
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Talk was broken at first with apologies for the slurping and burping and the shrill crinkling of Aquifina bottles ...
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“Sir??? Did you say 'sir'? Jeezuz Christ on a Popsickle, man, don't you EVER call me 'sir'! Unless I tell you to. Got it?”
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“God dammit, the Hemingway test! I need to know if you're a man or a fucking pussy!”
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President Dobbs looked a lot cheerier than he felt. Or ever was, for that matter. Cursed or blessed with cherub cheeks, Kris Kringle laugh lines, merry eyes and just enough fat to make him look honest, he gave off an aura of accessibility and friendly emp
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“We're at war and this is our bunker.”
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Comfort, Colorado, is a sleepy little village nestled at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, just beyond the Eisenhower tunnels. Surrounded by a forest of gold and orange, it’s a picture-perfect paradise on sunny, autumn days like today. Right now, the met
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Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold-spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what. Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, alo
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“At least you won. Better you broke his thumb than he broke yours.”
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“I'll clear my calendar.” Both men laughed.
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Then he spoke of her cowardice, and from within, her heart fluttered and a soft heat branched out across her chest, face, and stomach pits and she felt imprisoned by that room.
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“...where Lincoln ate.”
“Here? In this room?”
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