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Tag: PSI-4
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Elephant vs. Elephant Man (257|28)
Movie stars and famous people are usually excellent at public relations. Even if they are painfully shy and reclusive in their personal lives, they learn how…
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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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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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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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Take Care (206)
It was cold and raining, which meant no playing on street-corners. And Erik and Maggie were stuck inside being bored, which meant they were irritating. Mordecai…
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Shots! Shots! Shots! (194)
Hyacinth banged open her own back door without knocking or checking to see if she was going to hit anybody. That was usual. Calliope followed after…
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Deus Post Machina (179)
“Who are you?” Calliope said. She’d seen Erik being other people before. That was his eyepatch and his underwear and his body, but he wasn’t wearing…
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The Least Wrong Thing (177)
“He tried to kill us,” someone said. A male voice. Hyacinth glanced away from the floating bottle to investigate. But the improvised firebomb was still lit,…
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Silver Swan (174)
The pink woman in the high-backed chair tented her fingers against her chin and addressed the blonde woman she had glued to the wall a couple…
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Postcards from the Basement (171)
There was a young woman sitting on Calliope’s bed and sobbing. Steven had his arm around her and kept handing her tissues. “He didn’t have to…
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A Little Flight Music (161)
Bird lessons had to be postponed for a few days. Magnificent had been practising on her own time, and it was harder to gain the weight…
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A Trick Shot (154)
“Is he hurt? Is he hurt?” “I don’t know,” Seth said. “Here. Here.” Mordecai was fluttering around him like a bird at a feeder but somehow…
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Revelation 2 (153)
Ann dug her nails into the crumpled top of the paper bag and banged on the door of Room 102 with her other hand. “Damn it,…
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Fire & Ice (150)
He was made of glass, filled up with fire, and cracking. An alembic left burning by an irresponsible alchemist, and there was going to be a…
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