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How to Lose a Guy in Eleven YearsHow to Lose a Guy in Eleven Years The first time Mick O'Brien met Danny Rossi's father, they were both standing in a parking lot outside a bar on South Halsted Street, arguing about whether a transmission could be repaired or should be replaced. Frankie Rossi won the argument by saying, "If you can fix it, why would you sell it?" and Mick, who was thirty years old and had spent his entire life...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 ΠροεπισκόπησηΠαρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
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The Harvesters from Proxima**Oak Bend, Mississippi, 1898** The house was dying. Not all at once, as houses do in stories, but slowly, inch by inch, the way a person dies when the illness lingers and the family learns to live around the hollow places. The paint peeled from the porch columns like sunburned skin. The gardens had grown wild, roses tangled with ivy, magnolia trees casting long shadows over grass that nobody...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 5 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Unlikely ImmuneThe grocery store owner died on a Monday. No one knew why. The doctor said heart attack. The coroner agreed. The store was closed on Tuesday. The shelves were empty by Wednesday. Bill Henderson heard about it at the bar. He drank a beer. He drank another. He went home. Another one died on Thursday. An old woman on Elm Street. She had been sick for months. Cancer, they said. But when she died,...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Bastard's Cathedral(Act I: The Ash and the Iron) The year was 1422, and the valley of Oakhaven was a graveyard of burnt villages and broken crosses. Cedric, the bastard son of a disgraced Earl, returned to his ancestral lands not with a plea for forgiveness, but with a sword of cold iron. He had spent ten years in the mercenary camps of the East, learning that the only true law was the edge of a blade and the...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 5 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Gilded Cage of ReasonThe city of Aethelgard was a monument to the Enlightenment, a place where reason was the only currency and logic the only law. In Aethelgard, the "Academy of Pure Thought" governed every aspect of existence, from the architecture of the streets to the frequency of the citizens' heartbeats. To feel was to be inefficient; to love was to be irrational. Julian was the Academy's most celebrated...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 5 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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Blood and MagnoliasThe Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks along Cypress Lane did not sway so much as it hung, like laundry left to dry on a line that had not been pulled in thirty years. Bell Thorne stood on the porch of the house that had been her family's for four generations and watched the rain fall in sheets that turned the dirt road into a river, and she thought about how water, left long enough, could...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The BudgetThe alarm stopped ringing at 1:12 PM. Simon Price sat in Room 2B of the Meridian Solutions building, which was not a safehouse or a bunker or any of the things his mind was currently insisting it was. It was a server room. A standard, unremarkable, beige-walled server room on the second floor of a basement in an industrial park that housed twelve businesses, none of which would be recognizable...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 8 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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Red LineThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. Jack O'Brien was ten years old and he knew this the way he knew that the diner on Sunset had bad coffee and that Sal Marconi's restaurant on Cesar Chavez had better food and worse men. Sal's restaurant was a front. Everyone in the neighborhood knew it, even the people who didn't want to. The food was good—real...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 7 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Gilded CageThe floorboards of number fourteen Blight Street had long since surrendered their dignity to rot and foot traffic, but Eleanor Hart knew every creak and groan as intimately as the lines on her own hands. At twenty-two, she had learned to move through the Hart townhouse like a shadow—present but unseen, useful but unacknowledged. Martha Hart occupied the ground floor with the entitlement of...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 10 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Schmelermay EffectThe rain in Chicago doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I was sitting in my office on South State, nursing a whiskey that tasted like it had been filtered through a dirty rag, when Viktor Schmelermay burst through the door like a man who had forgotten the concept of knocking. He looked exactly as I expected a sixty-year-old German physics refugee to look at 2 AM in a...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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The Sisyphus LoopNora lived in a New York that reset every twenty-four hours. At exactly 12:00 AM, the world would shimmer, and she would wake up in her bed, the taste of stale coffee in her mouth and the same grey rain drumming against the window. For the first hundred loops, Nora had been terrified. For the next thousand, she had been curious. Now, in the ten-thousandth loop, she was simply tired. Nora was a...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 8 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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THE BATTLEFIELDS LEDGERTHE BATTLEFIELDS LEDGER The HMS Relic was a ghost ship anchored in high orbit around the dead world of Vantis-4. Corporal Thomas Reid discovered this on his first evening, standing at the observation deck window and watching the debris field below — the shattered remains of a Coalition cruiser, its hull split cleanly in half, its lights extinguished for what he estimated was three to five...0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 6 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση
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