There are 8 million people in New York City. The odds of running into someone you knew from your past are slim. So imagine my surprise when my life collided with that of someone I never wanted to see again when I ducked into a small, locally owned coffee shop on the Upper East Side. It's a few blocks from the hospital, but I'd been told the coffee ( Read more... )

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Little Samuel Kaelen has never been afraid of the dark. Well, not before that time when his demon undead grandfather had turned up, and tried to kill his father in front of him, with sub-atomically manipulated... cheesewire. Which is pretty much what it was.

( Told from Sam's POV )

Vito looked up and around quickly when the lights went out.

"Nica?"

"Yeah?" His cousin was in the kitchen, and had been standing in front of the open refrigerator looking for a snack.

"What'd you do this time?"

"That wasn't me," she said.

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"What were you doing just before the lights went out?"

"Wondering if the little light in the ( Read more... )

"Admiral Malcolm, the head of the agency requests your presence in a series of meetings.  She asks that you arrive by 1200."

Janie stared blankly at the six officers that managed to make it into her hotel room.  This wasn't supposed to happen- they couldn't find her yet, not when everything was going to get better any day now.

"I quit."

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It was definitely the start of the winter travel season. Three flights to Boston, one to Providence; screaming kids, annoyed passengers... it had not been a good day. Aryn was exhausted, all she wanted was a long bubble bath and a glass of wine before she collapsed into bed.

Of course that had been before her bad day turned into a bad night and ( Read more... )

“We need your help.” Lord Kaelen seems to blurt. Well, it's about time he started answering all of Lex's awkward questions. “...Or we will, someday. In a manner of speaking.”

“Some day you'll need my help?” Lex is understandably incredulous. Even indicating himself in the most worthless gestures he can muster.  “Me? Someone even the mother nebula ( Read more... )

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Vito arrived at the Vault about an hour after the doors opened, and the club wasn't exactly jumping. It was only about nine p.m. and from what Vito knew, it didn't really take off until eleven or midnight, most evenings. He had paid off the bouncer with a quick, "I was never here," and a small roll of large bills ( Read more... )

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