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Descartes was their leader, he had to die… Rhys checked his wrist, a message arrived from Yun, an address. Yes, as expected.
She raised her hand, Rhys braced himself, resisting the urge to close his eyes…
He choked, could draw no breath. He fumbled urgently for his pistol, but her spare hand pinned him to the wall as she leaned in against him. Her body stank of death. Her silver eyes were molten and seemed to move like a vortex as she glared at him.
…She glared directly at him and smiled in a way that sent a cold, deathly shiver down Rhys’s spine.
o strong then.’ He wasn’t talking directly to the stranger, but the rougher man replied all the same.
‘You might think so, but he is a fast learner apparently. Here, let me tell you.’
A posthumous quest –
A young woman lanced past on a bicycle, hugging the curb, which caused the Professor to jump slightly. No more than a handful of revolutions on, the reason for her sojourn became apparent as a dozen eggs fell from the back of her bike’s bracket….
Article Nonsense found himself being led down the narrow ‘chute’ known as Death Row with a feeling of unease. He couldn’t be sure what bothered him so…
Arty, the honorary knight, Fumbelweed the imbalanced wizard, and Percy the talking horse walked into a bar.
‘How far until the Pantomime desert?’ Arty asked Percy the horse. Percy was sharp-witted. However, he had a rather pessimistic view of human behaviour. Arty had asked him his views of animal subservience to humans. Percy replied that it was merely a matter of perspective.