Man and Magic live together in harmony for Centuries. The Ministry of Demonic Counter-Terrorism is in place to uphold that peace in the . Follow the Fallen Angel Robin Yates and The Weapons Master Melissa "Mel" Bisping the Ministry's best as they attempt to uphold order.
Grigori Rasputin during the 1900s was consider the most danger sorcerer in the magical world.Until he was drowned on December 30 1914 in the Neva River. Over 300 years later the new Czarina begs the Ministry for ... See More protect from Rasputin or a man claiming to be him.
Hey readers. between sandstorms and sunny hours real character loom into the night. Look, the weary rambler scrambling the sands is about to get fainted or to get the borders of a town in the middle of nowhere in the desert. Look, he is about to discover the horizon has been shaped within orange roofs, polished walls, sealed windowpanes, tar winding roads. He is keen for a sip of water, a voice to his ilusive mind, he is despairing to yell and an akin scent vibes on the cold see-through air, a
door is flapping, he turns around, he get in and out of an empty house, yet; he is not alone....
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Hey everyone, I posted my first finished novel recently & I'd love some feedback. It definitely falls under the 'thriller' category.
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Just left a short excerpt here to wet your appetite a little. It's mystery about a couple who undergo an unorthodox form of marriage counseling and end up in the crosshairs of a very methodical serial killer.
It's a little like memento meets eternal ... See More sunshine of the spotless mind. Got a lot of Lynch in there so there's a little forced cheese, lots of influence from Mulholland Drive and Inland Empire as well as of course Twin Peaks. Lots of inspiration from videogames like Max Payne and Silent Hill. So it's shaping up to be a very weird and wonderful thriller if I do say so myself.
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“It’s ok”. Harri put her hand on Dole’s shoulder stopping him pulling the entire sheet off which he was likely to do. “Just talk”.
The littleman looked a little puzzled, he looked over to Con who shrugged very subtly. The little man let go of the sheet and stepped back. He reached back into his pocket to dab his forehead again with the tissue. He scrunched up his mouth and tried to align his thoughts in an order that would make sense.
“Ok well, she’s a prostitute, we pulled up her record. She was in trouble for soliciting, her name is Sidney Cot. There are a number of injuries, post mortem and pre-mortem”. He said with his eyes closed as if he was reading off a clipboard.
“C.O.D?” Con said.
“Er cause of death, oh yeah, asphyxia. She was suffocated. You guys think this is a serial killer you’re chasing, did I hear that right?” His voice got high pitched and he cocked up one eyebrow.
“Close enough, why?” Harri said.
“Well” Dole lifted the sheet to look at the dead woman’s face. “I’ve seen a lot of gang violence and a few serial killer type things. ‘Satanic ritual murders’ and all that stuff and this is just weird to me”.
“How so?” Con chirped up.
“It’s just the killing seems very rushed. My natural inclination is someone like this kills because they like it. But this almost seemed like an after-thought like he, or she-”. He looked at Harri and smiled “-just wanted to get it out of the way”.
Harri didn’t say anything.
“She was subdued. I believe with a blow to the head with some heavy object. Maybe a wrench. and there are some scars that may be the result of torture but that doesn’t seem to be related.” He clicked his tongue as he looked at the sheet. “What’s really interesting, forgive me”. He said as he brushed past Harri to get closer to the dead girl’s side. “I’m sure you noticed at the crime scene, one of her arms is missing, we still haven’t found it, in fact. It probably just washed away or an animal took it. But that’s not what’s interesting.” He lifted the sheet again to reveal her remaining arm, white and waxy.
Con’s eyes became wide like someone lifted their skirt and he turned away, a pale shade of wall paper paste.
“You see here, there’s a cut here on her other arm in the same place. Just below the joint, but it’s unfinished, like he was interrupted. Where did they say they found her again?”
Harri was looking intently over the squat man’s shoulders as she answered without looking at him. “It’s unlikely he was interrupted, this was a body dump. She was found near the river in a fairly isolated part of Jurupa.” She paused as she looked at her arm. “He had all the time in the world”.
Only descendants of gods and angels can breathe the air we breathe, and walk the road we tread. Are you such a god?
Hello! I just finished a book called God's Favourite Story , it is a Romance/Mystery novel. . I say God runs a multiplex with infinite number of screens of which he is the sole owner, projectionist and audience. What if yours was Gods Favourite Story? Wouldn't similar things happen again and again?
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I might seem new to New York but it’s the same old shitty metropolitan city for me. People don’t care about others as is the case in any major city. Each ... See More person lives in his own cocoon. Let me not talk about others. Today, i will talk about myself. I am a twenty eight year old walking piece of meat in the shady subways of New York. Why would i be here? Well, that’s a long story but New York had really brought out the evilness in me. I am way more evil than i was. I changed my look, lifted my hair up at the front end and sported a goatee. This look i believed was the look for the son of Satan.
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