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Friday, February 4, 2022
AUDIOBOOK TOUR: Ad Hominem by Eric Gay
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
BLOG TOUR: Now Before The Dark by Sam Hooker

“Crime?” demanded the glowing red eyes from the other side of the door. “I beg your pardon?” “Load of good that’ll do you. Should’ve tried it on the judge.”
“They’re up to no good in there,” said Igor. His eyes narrowed in disapproval, or possibly envy.
Igor chewed a fingernail in thought, which would have been significantly less off-putting had it been one of his own.
Her expression was placid, unmoving. Not the peaceful serenity of a swan gliding aimlessly across a lake, but the pre-mischief consideration of a toddler pondering whether a tureen of soup would be more comfortable on the sofa.
As far as philosophers were concerned, humor was an illusion woven by the simple-minded to escape hard truths. Philosophers had far superior means of denial, not that you could make them admit it.
Arthur was making philosophical sausage. It was made of cast-off bits of proper philosophy, ground up in the mind of someone who’d barely passed his exams and shoved into a flimsy casing that had fallen off a cart, don’t ask any questions. It was a farce at best, but throw it on a plate with enough ketchup, and you’ll get someone to swallow it.
“‘Retirement’ is a fuzzy term in the espionage game,” said Franka. “Just when you think you’re out, they pull you back in for one last job. Good spies have half a dozen ‘one last jobs’ before they disappear, only to be found in some antiquated village where they’ve been making shoes for the locals after ten years.” “What happens then?” “They get pulled back in for one last job.”
It’s known in Infernal anthropological circles that gremlins are closely related to goblins. So closely related, in fact, that there would be grave concerns about inter-breeding if gremlins were capable of that sort of thing. As luck would have it, gremlins do not participate in parentage. They are spawned of mischief, usually when teenagers write swear words on things that don’t belong to them.
Summoning Bartleby was easy: just place a black candle in a dark room. It hadn’t worked the first few times Sloot had tried it, owing to his assumption the candle should be lit. Apparently, that ruined the effect.
The sun was setting over Salzstadt. Sloot and Myrtle watched the bustling queues moving freely through the main gate, which hadn’t closed in over a week. That didn’t sit well with the traditionalists, who were working around the clock to find a loyalist way to disagree with the Domnitor’s decision on the matter.
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