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Blackfeather – Chapter Eight

The car park was almost full, but she managed to find a bay in which to leave the Beetle. Music blared from the open doorway of the pub opposite where a couple of smokers huddled against the wall. They shivered

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Blackfeather – Chapter Nine

Kate’s head was spinning and she hadn’t even had a drink. The car seemed to fly home, hardly touching the road, and she floated into the house and up the stairs to bed, wriggled down into a comfortable spot and

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Blackfeather – Chapter Ten

The adrenalin rush subsided and gave way to tears. She knew she should call the police, but tell them what? A guy she’d met in a bar had put some kind of spell on her, made her fall in love

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Unmoving: Chapter Two

∼∞∼ The last vapors of anxiety disappeared in the fresh air. Breathing deeply of the crisp autumn scents, I headed to my favorite place in the city — the waterfront. The river that ran through the heart of Portland was

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Unmoving: Chapter Three

∼∞∼ I scanned the distant patrons of the park, searching for her misshapen hat and baggy, drab clothing.  Finding nothing but the usual mix of brightly colored spandex and fashionably layered earth-tones, I turned my gaze to the shadows, peering

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Unmoving: Chapter Four

∼∞∼ I dropped the chunk of shoe like a hot coal, heard it clatter against the ground as it rolled under the bench, and started desperately yanking on my feet. Panic had completely taken over; hysteria was just around the

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Unmoving: Chapter Five

∼∞∼ I still didn’t understand exactly what was happening. But it was obvious that I would soon be completely stone. And that somehow, the homeless woman was responsible. Nine-one-one had been a dead end, my plight so unbelievable that calling back

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Unmoving: Chapter Six

∼∞∼ Emotionally spent, I slumped against the back of the bench, staring limply at the brackish water. I didn’t blame the other patrons for not rushing to my aid. I wouldn’t have either. I’d never gone out of my way

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Unmoving: Chapter Twelve

∼∞∼ I landed on an unforgiving surface with a bone-jarring thud. As I lay, mentally assessing the damage, I marveled at the lack of pain radiating through me. By all rights, an impact like that should have left me splatted

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Unmoving: Chapter Thirteen

∼∞∼ Young-Derek dumped his armload of papers on the dining-room table and disappeared into the kitchen. I glanced at them briefly — literary analyses of Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Scowling, I turned away, and swept my gaze across the familiar layout I

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