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He couldn’t remember anything before several months ago, before being a derelict, another lost homeless person without hope or reason. Dirty, disheveled and unshaven, he had no identification on him, so no idea who he was or what his former life might had been.
He spent most of this time in seedy bars near the [...]
“Alright everybody look sharp, we are about to go live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,†and with that the director pointed to the two sports announcers sitting behind a fake desk plopped incongruously on a rocky ledge by the west bank of the Hudson River.
The first announcer took the cue. “Well Bob, it’s [...]
The HMS Princess Beatrice was scuttled on the rocky, jagged coastline on one of Scotland’s 790 islands, this one unnamed and uninhabited. The ship had a gaping hole ripped across her hull.
I could barely see Holmes through the fog, leading our treacherous way to the ship over the dangerous crags and [...]
It started with a slip of paper. The slip looked like a grocery list, except that it had lots of numbers and strange math symbols scrawled on it instead of food. I took it from the dead man’s hand, which clutched it tightly in death. Obviously I had scared the killer away. He didn’t have [...]
Dr. Maximum was out of control. He had hit bottom. It was common knowledge among superheroes and super-villains, but the public wasn’t really aware of it yet. That was where I came in; I’m Jack Riley, reporter for the Neon Dispatch, in Neon City, home for many costumed and caped super-humans. I know things about [...]
She was the most beautiful, captivating woman alive, which was not really true. Undead, I believe, was the correct word for Bree O’Reilly. With a soul just as dark as her beauty was pale, highlighted by those blood-red lips. Lips that could drive a man to madness. Or worse.
My partner and friend, Acres Bowman, [...]
Seeing him hunched over the bar in his tight leather costume, floor-length cape and cowl mask was a strange sight indeed.
Things didn’t look good for Chase Harlowe, but then they seldom did when she closed in on a Nazi saboteur.
Dash Chandler had been in tight spots before. But it didn’t look like he could get out of this one.
Sully, an orange-marmalade house cat, lived in a tough neighborhood.
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