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Last Chance

08May2017
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Ivan Rheimer has achieved The Dream: he’s a Freeman.  His indenture is paid off, his farm is lucrative, his contracts are satisfied, and he’s bored out of his mind.  Fortunately for him, his friends are not so together, and their problems could keep him busy for the rest of his life.  Maybe even a whole week, if he’s lucky.  Because there’s a killer loose in the isolated colony town of Last Stop, and no-one – not the local Corporate authorities, not a trained EarthGov investigator, not even a group of skilled and highly motivated former Vac Marines – can find and stop him.  But if none of them can track down the killer, what can an erstwhile media consultant and miner do?  Whatever the odds, he’s got to try, because the body count is rising.

Can Rheimer keep The Dream alive, or will Last Stop become a ghost town?

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the Lion of Aksfelgard

03May2017
 

Yelm’s father had often said, “The bitter lesson is best-learned,” usually just before delivering a corrective beating. But Yelm had swiftly outgrown his father, and discovered that teachers, too, can be taught. He’d been conscripted not long after.

Three years later, Yelm found himself in the presence of a teacher greater than his father.

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The Haunt of Guernikan Pass

20Apr2017
Everything hunts.

Mornings in the mountains are given to the rodents and the insects, seeking seeds and leaves and each other. Midday is the sole realm of the sun itself, driven to burn out whatever life it can reach. Evenings are for the snakes and the eagles; the former twisting into deep burrows, and the latter snatching up whatever the serpents drive forth. And all times, all prey, belong to the Guernikan.

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Looking for Trouble

16Apr2017
“Whoa! That’s it momma! Shake ‘em!”

The young woman in the tight black turtleneck stopped short, her head swiveling as she sought the source of the comment, a ready comeback on her lips. But it was late; the park was empty. No playgroups, worn-out moms and sugar-fueled kids. No perverts with hidden cameras videoing awkward first dates. Not even a derelict, half-drunk on cheap wine, polluting a bench. That last in particular was unusual for the time of night. She shrugged with a little shiver, and started to walk more slowly onward.

“That’s the stuff! Come on. Take me home with ya!”

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