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Armored

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Cursed, he thought. It was a trap for thieves, not a legitimate work of magecraft waiting for someone named Timala ghe Sulahi to come pay for it. It had protected him from the new scorpion, or so it had seemed in his haste, but who knew what else it would do to him before he could find a mage who knew how to get it off him?

Summoned: Book 1 - An Accidental Adventure - Prologue 1

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Summoned:
Book 1 - An Accidental Adventure
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Songs have often been sung of battles Great and Small. Of the Villains and Heroes. Those who won versus those who have lost. In many of these bardic tales a person can find almost any example of humanities challenges. There are very few battles through that can encompass every aspect of humanities challenges as one all inclusive tale. This was one such battle, one of the great spun tales to pass down through the ages. To be told verbally in writing or broadcast on one of the few Tri-D stations still recording on station would not do it the full justice that was required of such a story.

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Summoned:
Book 1 - An Accidental Adventure

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In a location, another world, or maybe even another dimension. Which is very far from our own, the Apocalypse has already come and gone. In its wake the decedents of the survivors do their best to eck out an existence. Always under the threat of extra dimensional demons and creatures that exist in the ‘Missing Matter’ that scientist have always theorized to exist.

Pharmacopoeia

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A family struggling to survive after the end welcomes a stranger to their home...


Pharmacopoeia



by Geode

There was a car coming up the road.

There hadn’t been a car coming down 47 in eight months. There hadn’t been a car coming up 47 in three years.

My son Jim, my youngest, came running at the sound. “Jim,” I told him, “get me the shotgun.” He scurried off into the house. He was just returning as the battered old Nissan pulled over at the side of the road, right in front of the house.

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