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Tag: John
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La Goualante du Pauvre John (253|24)
The fat girl with the pink spider hairstyle returned shortly before dawn, toting a largish painting in a gold frame. Andrej peered at it curiously, but…
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The Taming of the Twit (248|19)
John hooked into a touristy-looking shop with racks of T-shirts and postcards inside, and a large front window. He didn’t care what it was, he saw…
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Peanut Butter Bubblegum (247|18)
“That was Maggie,” John said. David sighed. He didn’t like to contradict; all of that upsetting massacre business happened over two weeks ago, but it still…
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Coffee, Tea or Vodka? (246|17)
It was faint grey dawn outside the window. Rain was glittering on the foggy glass. The word “can’t” was still faintly legible, backwards, and surmounted by…
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The Chatterbox Massacre (245|16)
“Ukhodite! Ukhodite, nemedlenno!” David cried. “Why isn’t it working?” “It’s an anti-magic flare, you stupid slut!” John snapped. Another errant bullet pinged off the wall between…
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How Did We Get Here? (244|5)
John triggered the umbrella with his thumb and held it over David’s head, as per usual. “No matter what happens, we are not going to maim…
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Sick Day (243|14)
Erik was observing with an unusual amount of interest, as he made another mark on his arm and wound the dial back. John capped the pen…
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The Rainbows, the Sitch and the Red Phone (242|13)
It was another freighter. There had been one or two passenger trains recently, a half-hearted attempt at subterfuge. It didn’t matter, because every last one of…
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Alight at the Window (241|12)
Fool, I want to remind you, Maggie wrote, by the dim glow of the desk lamp, all this is happening in ONE DAY. We usually get…
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Gumshoes! (240|11)
Dear Cryptic Son of a Bitch, wrote Maggie. She shook her head and erased it. Dear ASSHOLE. She sighed and erased that too. They were going…
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Life with David (235|6)
David Valentine, invisible being and metalworker extraordinaire, required a newspaper. Not as payment, unfortunately. David wouldn’t just read the paper, say “ta” and go. He wanted …
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A Room with a View (234|5)
Erik sensed something wrong in a vague way, as if he’d just noticed a faint alarm bell that had been ringing in the distance for some…
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Meet Billie (233|4)
The phone rang. Well, that was already a problem. Ideally, the phone should not ring. This model seemed extra loud and accusatory, as if there were…
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The Teapot Om (232|3)
There were two things in the black bag. It was roomy enough, being a repurposed wrapper from an economy-sized bottle of brandy that he’d bought so…
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Life with Erik (231|2)
“Do you want to know how you die?” whispered a childish voice, close in the darkness. He was so tired, this horror-movie situation didn’t even make…
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This Seems Familiar (230|1)
Janka Doubek worked under a bower of toilet water. It was oddly peaceful, most days, provided she didn’t look up and notice the colour — or…
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Arsonists Unlimited (215)
Mordecai diverted on his way back to Room 103 with the sandwiches. He knew if he yelled at Hyacinth to get the door, she’d just yell…
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A Magic Carpet Ride (209)
Flying over San Rosille by night, at a safe altitude to avoid detection, was like being caught between two blankets of stars. SoHo had a combination…
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