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lola mc'namora hit the dance floor hard. a spherical guitar solo with a pumping bass chord pounded her vibrating flesh with 120 decibels of pure,…

Dan Dunne had held a speech full of fire and passion. his audience was a boiling mass of screaming, jumping, cheering and easy to manipulate idiots and he had…

heat . sun. dry throat. silent air. somewhere in the distance, a jackal hisses. the mountains gleam. not one cloud. your stomach rumbles. waiting. heat. gulp of…

joe “windup” dimacko was waitin' for the stranger to make his first move. it would be his last, that was for sure. sure as the pacific line would never be…

doc “blindeye” mylander wasn't in the mood for jokes. he had ridden through the desert for a week and a day, always two steps behind the man who had become the…

rubin “quasimodo” brupart was no man to fluff around with. he had seen his share of drama, atrocities and gore, survived it and got on with his life. he didn't…

it took Suboptimus Secondo a while to realize that she had made a mistake. the scene resolving in front of his headlights was nowhere near what she expected.…
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