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“…and enemies, which were legion.”

The prosecution had rested the day before with an air of relief. The defense had recalled the investigating officer that morning, extracting without difficulty more evidence over time of many of Washington’s — the defense here coughed deprecatingly — family in the house at McKinley and Alder, as well as evidence of many more sets…

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“The voyage from Dorian had been speedy but less than smooth, the Ocean of Aptikos in its usual bad temper.”

AS SMALL AND MEAN and dirty as it was, Crowfoot was profoundly glad to see Pylos on the horizon. The voyage from Dorian had been speedy but less than smooth, the Ocean of Aptikos in its usual bad temper. When at last they made fast to the dock, Crowfoot had Blanca and Pedro first up…

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“Next to the dais the poet’s clerk was doing a brisk trade in autographed scrolls.”

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY of the Tattoo Fair, and the town square was bustling with vendors and performers from the Nine Provinces of Mnemosynea. Pthalean playwrights were rehearsing songs and skits with Pthersikorean dancers. From a dais two feet square a Kalliopean poet was declaiming in iambic pentameter what appeared to be an epic…

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“Well, it’s no place like home.”

WE PUT DOWN at the equator because it was the warmest latitude on the planet. Also the flattest. “And the most boring,” Grady said, hunched over the viewport. “And the safest,” I said, trying to peer over his shoulder. “Well, it’s no place like home.” “Not yet,” I said. “Give us time.” –No Place Like…

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“If Jesus Himself had appeared before them, they would not have turned from the stove to greet Him, not even Isaiah Rowan.”

THEIR OVERCOATS STEAMED in the red-hot glow of the tiny stove, the steam rising to form ice on the ceiling of the cramped canvas tent. After a day’s slogging up and down the pass, they were each man and woman among them soaked to the skin, but it was so cold no one was willing…

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“Okay,” he said, “this can’t be good.”

A FEW MINUTES AFTER he’d gotten home from work, the door bell rang. He carried the beer he’d just uncapped to the door. On the landing stood two men in suits. “Okay,” he said, “this can’t be good.” —”Gold Fever”   Only in e. On Amazon, Amazon.uk, and Amazon.au. Also iTunes, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.

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“They’re overgrazing their range.”

“THEY’RE OVERGRAZING THEIR RANGE.” “True.” “If we don’t reduce their population there’ll be fuck all left to hunt.” “Also true,” Neri said. “They savaged us the last two times we tried to establish some control over their activities, to the point that the population of the various packs are now seriously out of balance.” —”The…

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“She had figured out how to set bail, and how high.”

In the six months since she had been sworn in she had stumbled through her first arrest warrants, fumbled through her first search warrants, and muddled through her first arraignments. She had figured out how to set bail, and how high. She had issued half a dozen restraining orders, and had taken emergency action in one…

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“Even then, if you did get lucky, three months later your luck went south again.”

When the phone rang he’d been curled up on his warm, wide couch, submitting happily to an enthusiastic and comprehensive ravishment by Alice Sampson, a pert young barista of nineteen, to whom Larry had given some thought to proposing. In this small town on stilts twenty-five miles north of the Arctic Circle the ratio of…

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“Except maybe all the ones she put in jail, and sometimes I’m not so sure about them.”

…although this dentist she took me to in Anchorage, Dorman, was okay, even if he was way too tan to be an Alaskan. He likes Kate, I can tell, but then every man she’s ever met likes her. Except maybe all the ones she put in jail, and sometimes I’m not so sure about them.…

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