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Blue Waves, White Shores |
| By K. G. McAbee - 1,794 Words |
| “A groan came from the slack mouth of the unconscious form sprawled at their feet. Eyelids blinked rapidly for a few moments, as the omnipresent grains of sand mingled with the natural secretions of the orbs and were washed away. A few more moments of blinking, another groan or two--Really, thought Wisteria as she impatiently tapped her minuscule foot, I could have recovered from three faints and a fit of the vapors by now!--and their visitor opened his aforementioned azure orbs.” |
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The Making Of A Champion |
| By Dr. Bob Rich - 2,973 Words |
| “It was lucky for the village that David chose to stay, for the slavers struck that night...” |
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Marble Floor |
| By Robert LeBlanc - 7,863 Words |
| “Seven cowled men stood in a circle at the foot of the altar, the twisting light of offertory candles glanced demonically from their half-hidden faces.” |
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On The Fringe |
| By Guilford Barton - 4,941 Words |
| “A WWII fighter-pilot with a penchant for golf finds more than he bargained for on the Scottish moors.” |
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Travail |
| By K. A. Corlett - 1,630 Words |
| “How she hated swords. Where they moved, death followed, and more swords, in an endless continuum of blood and thunder.” |
