By Nicholas Woods Image Courtesy of Nicholas Woods Some mornings start off slow and light and easy. And some mornings, a man gets his heart ripped out. Cliff Fonseca stood in the corner of his bedroom staring at several bills, each tagged with ominous red letters of warning. Menacing words like overdue, interest, and account…
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By Leland Hames Editor’s Note: This is a continuation of “The Bodark“ Mike heard the howls of wolves echoing through the nearby forest as he stood enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine on the house’s front porch. As a field researcher on wolves and wolf behavior for most of his twenty-odd-year career with The U.S. Forest…
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by Curtis Bass Mont Azure San Giorgio 2010 “Come,” the Grand Prince called in response to the urgent knocking on his bedroom door. It was not yet seven o’clock in the morning, when he usually arose. His personal assistant, Andre entered, a worried frown on his face. “Your Serene Highness, I apologize for awakening you…
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Previously, Abelon stopped by a pond near the Derry’s fields. The bank was muddy, but Abelon sank down to his knees anyway. The ground soaked his pants and brought goosebumps to his arms. Placing his hands on his upper thighs, Abelon leaned over to stare into the depths. He willed something to be there, but…
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Abelon Wisecraft could hear his mother coughing in the next room, the barking and gurgling broken up by her gasps for air. He turned onto his side to face the wall, studying the stained wooden panels. He was nineteen and already the world had lost its shine. Once his mother was gone, there would be…
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