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Issue #9
AFM Issue #1 ("Dangerous
Intersection" by Jeff Westover)
Editorial
Short Fiction
- "The
Merchant, the Mayor and His Mutant" by David McArthur
"With one gloved hand, it slowly unraveled the brown cloth shrouding its
features. What was revealed left Victor in shock."
- "Nan"
by Wolf Peterson
"Heads raised tiredly as we passed. Dull eyes cautiously following Nan,
glaring hatefully at me. I could feel their fevered, wordless minds, I was
a traitor to them, they hated me for running with an ape. "
- "A
Rat In the Rain" by Gregg Delcurla
"And from that opening emerges our first visitor. Black, wet--sly and
shy--he stands for a brief moment, surveying the topside world."
- "Jim
Johnson" by Ross Goldstein
"His shoes, though--his shoes were the real problem. The leather (if it
ever had indeed been leather) was so entirely worn through so that only patches
were left holding together the wafer thin soles..."
Series
- "The
Man Who Sold Marionettes" by Gregg Delcurla
"I was lost in its perfect little pantomime, hypnotized, convinced that
at any moment it might just bite off the strings that gave it life, and trot
off down the staircase into the city. I believed in the marionette."
- "Six
Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
by Justine Entrophe [Plain
Text Version]
"By anyone's definition, northern Montana is a cold place. From September
through April bitter Canadian winds constantly blow down from the north. Little
did we know, it was these same bitter winds which were to be our salvation.
"
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
""When you get to the wasteland, you'd better bottle your piss. You'll
probably need it." He cackled, turned back to his pissing, and began to sing
in a shrill, nasal voice. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make
me haaaaappy..."
-
"Hot
Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed]
"Twenty-six pancakes and nine dead waitresses
later, they rode off in the jeep, satisfied. They drove into the city at
ninety-five miles an hour. They had roughly seven hundred dollars apiece
from knocking over the IHOP. "
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G.W. Thomas
"The window was hard to navigate with only one arm. I threw out my pack
first then kneeled on the sill and just kind of let myself fall out. The roof
was slippery but I crossed quickly, eyes ever open for Man-Bats and Sky-liners."
- "The
Thousand Year Nixon" by Synne Christian
"He pulls the trigger as I swing up my briefcase, and the rapid burst
of fire takes out three innocents, as the gun goes spinning off into the air.
There is an explosion of sparks and falling glass as the bullets strafe the
ceiling, and the airport is transformed into a screaming hysterical mob...
"
Comics
- "Synwulfe:
Another Day In Hell" by S.C. Ringgenberg
ARTICLE: Take a behind-the-scenes look at the development of the Synwulfe
series.
"My feeling has always been that Synwulfe was ahead of its time, so it's
a distinct pleasure to reprint his first published adventure, with the promise
of more comics and art for the Apocalypse Fiction site in the coming months."
- "Synwulfe:
Episode One" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"Earth, 2417, Post Apocalypse. Twilight descends on a world ravaged by
the hand of man. The dying rays of the muted sun gild the acid-rain scoured
hulk of Nuevo York and the blighted landscape below."
- "Synwulfe:
Collect the Tin Soldiers" by S.C. Ringgenberg
Originally appeared in Heavy Metal Magazine, May, 1984. "Earth, 2417,
Post Apocalypse. When Earth died, man fled to satellite colonies... and beyond,
leaving it to the Muties, the twisted humanoids descended from those whose
seed was tainted by contact with their tortured planet."
Flash Animated Series
- "Superbaby:
A Post-Atomic Fairytale" -- A Flash Animation Teaser, by Wolf Peterson
and Dagney Wilde
"A long, long time ago--when the corpse of the world was still warm--there
was this baby... "
AFM Issue #2 ("Flatiron"
by Amy J. Mousley)
Editorial
Short Fiction
- "Einstein,
Einstein, Einstein" by Gregg Delcurla
"Most of them, at least, were pretty bright."
- "The
Miracle" a short-short by Dagney Wilde
"A dedicated search for uniforms as remained..."
- "The
Fence" by Wolf Peterson
"Another second and he hit the line. Everything in his face just sort
of froze, and when I say froze, brother I mean dead.. "
Series
- "The
Man Who Sold Marionettes" by Gregg Delcurla
[Part Two] -- "But I knew right then, witness to all of those undisturbed
remains, that there were no animals left in New Jersey. No animal animals
at least."
- "Six
Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
by Justine Entrophe [Plain
Text Version]
[Part Two] -- "Jan.uary the 6th, 2071 Well, Christmas has come and gone,
although truth be told, it's been almost twenty five years since Christmas
was legal..."
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Two] -- "Leggy smiled, he had to admit it was good to be away from
San Nuyammo. Only now that he was away could he see clearly how much the struggling
camp was truly dying under the decay of living in the shadow of the Wasteland--eating
itself alive in a cancerous, futile grasp at existence. But in Levitton at
least there was hope."
-
"Hot
Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed]
[Part Two] -- "Crazy's lecture was cut short with
a forceful grunt as he and Hot Dog, along with two of the dead pleasure
cruisers, landed on the tracks of a low railroad bridge extending across
the river."
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G.W. Thomas
[Part Two] -- "A high-pitched squeal not unlike a loose fan belt. Our
shotguns were raised, ready. Whether it was that full moon or just a break
in the gusts of snowy cloud, we could now see exactly what we were facing."
- "The
Thousand Year Nixon" by Synne Christian
[Part Two] -- "The desert here is littered with broken factories and Joshua
trees. The sand has been baked into rock, and even melted into glass in some
places. A sort of unnatural tarmac, as far as the eye can see. And it is hotter
than hell."
Comics
- "The
Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
"Two aliens land among the remains of the long dead planet Earth looking
to make their fortune in this prologue to AFM's new, original comic serial."
- "Synwulfe:
Episode One [Part Two]" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"Earth, 2417, Post Apocalypse. Twilight descends on a world ravaged by
the hand of man. The dying rays of the muted sun gild the acid-rain scoured
hulk of Nuevo York and the blighted landscape below."
Flash Fiction and Nuke Poetry Contests
AFM Issue #3 ("Everything
Is All Right" by Scott C. Carr)
Editorial
Featured Novel
Featured Game "Last
Rose in a Desert Garden: A Poem of Sadness" by Jonas Kyratzes
"I walk. Endless desert. Red sand everywhere. The sun is hot
and burning my skin, but I do not feel it.I feel nothing but emptiness and a certain
sadness. I walk for hours without end, but time means nothing to me. There is
no end to my pain."
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Short Fiction
- "Rite
of Passage" by Robert J. Santa
"But he was the Warrior, and this was the first Day of the Two after the
autumnal equinox. That was the day the Warrior set off to slay the Beast since
long before even Gran-Papa Barooss could remember."
- "All
Possible Possibilities" by Wolf Peterson
In Memory of Douglas Adams (1952--2001)
"Perfect is a matter of perspective. But in an infinite universe, shouldn't
there be room enough for everyone's perspective?"
- "I
Feel Like Oedipus" by C. C. Parker
"Her face was smeared with blood. Hurt welled up in her eyes. Are you
judging me? he thought..."
- "The
Most Important Day" by Jeremy Carr
"Always dress like it's the most important day of your life. That way
you'll be sure to look good when the day finally arrives."
Series
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Three] -- "That's right," said Leggy. "We'll burn those fuckers
out." He turned to Derek, "Unless you're scared, that is. We could always
just go on our merry way," he chuckled and continued as if to himself, "You
boys can't handle a few half-domesticated bugs, you're gonna love the Wasteland."
-
"Hot
Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed]
[Part Three] -- ""It's O'Malley," he said to Crazy. "We'll
get him, man. We'll get that fuck. He's just messing with your head, is
all, and it's getting into mine. We'll find some way under his fucking skin
and we'll get him.""
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
[Part Three] -- "I had the day to kill. I had two men to kill, too. I
hadn't forgotten about Psycho and Hater. But something told me I needed to
deal with Jack first."
Comics
- "The
Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
"Earth was not an easy planet to settle as its surface was littered with
the crumbling remnants of the planet's long-extinct native population."
- "Synwulfe:
Episode One [Part Three]" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"Good luck and good hunting..."
- "Synwulfe:
Color Covers and Conceptual Art" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"A behind the scenes look at some of the conceptual designs, alternate
covers, and color pages in the Synwulfe legacy."
AFM Issue #4 ("JESUS
SAVES" by Scott C. Carr)
Editorial
The NUKE Brothers
- "The
NUKE Brothers" by Scott C. Carr
"See James Kloiber as 'Zeph' in the brand new teaser poster!"
Featured Novel
- "Empty
Cities of the Full Moon" by Howard V. Hendrix
"Half a dozen bright points of light were flashing into view now, from
around the other side of the Earth. Unlike fireworks, those lights were staying
on, not guttering and dying."
Read AFM's Q&A with author Howard V. Hendrix, and an excerpt
from his novel Empty Cities of the Full Moon.
Short Fiction
- "Survival"
by Karen Carpenter
"The four beings from the new and improved human race, marched procession-like
through the storm, towards the compound. Jonathan turned to see the old brown
sedan, following doggedly behind."
- "Last
Rose In A Desert Garden" by Jonas Kyratzes
In Memory of Douglas Adams (1952--2001)
"One day, a long time after the day the flames came, the sky started crying,
and it wept for the earth and all its creatures for more than a year."
- "The
Life I Lead" by "Ed"
"The dead-who once walked and talked and laughed and loved and now are
just dead. The dead who I will one day join, in a place that has to be better
than this."
- "Convergence
on a Panoptic Newtonian: The Interstices of Heaven" by Forrest Aguirre
" The panoptic gaze of God, glory in all its omniscience, shone down on
them. An immense eye, larger than the ship's end windows, stared down over
their world. They had, indeed, arrived."
Series
Comics
- "The
Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
"The only thing more menacing than a desperate, militaristic alien from
Alpha Centauri is a GROUP of them...and that's just what visiting Rigellan
Darvin Brill finds himself encountering in this issue's installment of The
Scavengers!"
- "Synwulfe:
Slow Night" -- An original Synwulfe color strip by S.C. Ringgenberg and
John Pierard
"EARTHSIDE, The Hole In the Wall Cantina, 2:32 AM"
- "D-Day
For Earth" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"A death-like hush fell over the asembled multitudes--as a round portal
slid open and a dark-visored stranger stepped out to address the crowd."
AFM Issue #5 (Cover: "NUKE
SOUP" by Scott C. Carr)
Editorial
Articles
- "FPS"
by Jarret Keene
An apocalyptic computer game review from the not-too-distant future...
"Thus, the overall goal in the The Skulfukker Saga is to decapitate
the female vampires and to fornicate with their severed heads. Once you learn
the basics of controlling your hydrogen blaster and power saw, it's up to
you to use your skills to eradicate and sexually humiliate the undead..."
- "Worm
Cheese"
"In the kitchen of his rustic farmstead atop Sardinia's Mount Lollove,
Giovanni Antonio Costa smiles through missing front teeth. It's time for a
clandestine treat."
Featured Novel
Short Fiction
- "In
Our Midst" by Hertzan Chimera
"These law abiding citizens were not tramps on the scrounge or undercover
cops on a stakeout or Mormon missionaries itching out the next feel. They
were a totally undiscovered breed, living here among us, on our streets, in
our government, elected members of our parliaments, supporters of our families."
- "Isle"
by C. C. Parker
""What is this all about?" I asked, looking at the delectable, my stomach
rumbling; a feast before I die . . . it was so fucking cruel; so, well, American.
You had to appreciate the irony. I was a criminal and this was my last supper.
I felt like Jesus Christ; or Ted Bundy."
- "Hybrid"
by O.C. Moses
"The setting sun glinted off broken glass, filling the buildings with
the remembrance of fire. "
Series
- "The
Thousand Year Nixon"
by Synne Christian
[Parts Three and Four]
"I see fire all around, the air burns my lungs. I see sand clinging hotly,
grabbingly to the melted rubber fabric of my boots. I see the sun reflecting
dangerously from mile long sheets of cracked and broken glass..."
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Five: The Motorcycle Men]
"Not horses," said Leggy, raising the spyglass to his eye. His jaw dropped,
and his face went white. "Not horses," he repeated, "Motorcycles. At least
two of 'em, maybe more. Fuck!"
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
"As we rose I saw the underbelly of the bridge. The upper rafters were
covered with moving shapes. Man-bats, hundreds of them hanging from the steel
protrusions."
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- "The
Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
"Earth was not an easy planet to settle as its surface was littered with
the crumbling remnants of the planet's long-extinct native population."
-
AFM Issue #6 (COVER:
"NO NUKES" by Scott C. Carr)
Featured Story
- "The
Holes Where Children Lie" by Patricia Anthony
"At his feet his wife digs diligently with the trowel. The yard is a dense
pattern of holes, as if squirrels have been at war with tiny mortars. "It's
raining, Mary," he says. "Come on into the house." "
Short Fiction
- "Ripples"
by C. C. Parker
"In Claire's opinion, it was an outrageous display of pure cruelty. She
could still recall the scream of humanity and the smell of burning flesh .
. . could see the eyes of children who had lost their moms, dads, brothers,
sisters. And what did it matter where the bombs came from; it didn't . . .
not really. Whoever was responsible was faceless; just as faceless as those
on the receiving end."
- "Weird
Scenes" by C. C. Parker
"This is your ticket to an apocalyptic redneck party. Someone gave those
rednecks l.s.d, turning them to lunacy; some skinny dude with a dirty New
York Yankees hat screwed onto his head."
- "The
Historian" by Hertzan Chimera
"As always, before we depart this scorched planet core once called Earth,
it is my solemn duty to switch off the little black box..."
- "London
Bridge" by Damian Grace
"Terrorists, tyrants, monsters and misfits. Enemies, enemies, so many
enemies, so many centuries, so many wars. Countless dead generations slaying
legions of external adversaries."
Series
- "Six
Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
by Justine Entrophe [Plain
Text Version]
[Part Three] -- "They marched straight down Main Street; almost three
hundred of them, led by six refurbished army tanks and four armored personnel
carriers. We numbered about a hundred, mostly armed with rifles and shotguns,
hidden on rooftops and in alleyways."
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Six: Leggy's Story]
"See boys, I was a man of ambition, and spear carrier ain't no job for a man
of ambition. After a couple of KC runs I asked the road boss in Levvittown
for a new assignment. Luckily, I was possessed of pretty good eyesight, so
he apprenticed me to a couple of scouts. That was more to my liking. Scouts
rode out ahead of the caravan to check for danger--bug nests, ambushes, road
blocks, downed bridges, things like that. And the really good scouts could
earn themselves a rifle."
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
"My great plans of surprising someone while he took a dump or fell asleep
quickly disappeared when I fell over a low box of beer cans. I tumbled onto
the old carpet surrounded by empties. Someone had planted the box in a clever
way as an alarm. Someone who stood over me with a shotgun. I didn't move."
AFM Issue #7 Cover:
"After the Bomb" by Paul Tonner
Short Fiction
- "Kaboom!"
by Linda Dydyk
""But it ain’t the big It," smirked the Sheriff. Up there in the Peace
Tower, the Sheriff needed an orb to keep an eye on Mount Hong Kong. The orb
was flying evasive maneuvers, on track behind Slave-trader Bob. The Sheriff
named her orb Snoopy Dog-dog, after an ancient constellation that, along with
the other stars, had disappeared from the sky years ago."
- "Perishables"
by Amy Grech
"With a heavy heart, he sliced pale, pink meat into thin, translucent
strips with a brand new knife he got at the mall. A kerosene lantern, also
from the mall, provided a soft, warm glow, creating a soothing ambiance."
- "Book
Store" by C. C. Parker
"Maybe I should stick a shotgun in my mouth and shatter my skull to kingdom
come, he wants to tell her . . . but he knows it would only upset her. She
could always take more Prozac, but that would just mean more oblivion
. . . not that we are adverse to such things..."
- "Father
and Son Reunion" by Raymond Towers
"Yet here I was, sulking through the Anza-Borrego desert, following a
cracked and dusty highway that would lead me into the savage clutches of the
New World Order, and hoping to see my father, who until recently, I'd never
wanted to see again as long as I lived."
- "Exalt
Metropolis" by Susanne S. Bridenbaugh
"But everything has its purpose, and to live in the skies is to no longer
be a ground dweller. It means to be distanced from the contamination and grimefestered
streets far below. Those who live above have their own roadways and parks
and sidewalks high above the stinkpoor; all the better to forget those shoddy
folk exist."
- "All
Along the Watchtower" by Eric S. Brown and Gail Davis
"They, these -- things -- that hunted humans and ripped them apart, had
once been human themselves. The virus began as a form of chemical warfare
that was never meant to be used."
- "Bobus
Simianus" by Gregg Delcurla
"Its body tensed—its head turned upward in what closely resembled a scowl,
giving the creature a simian flavor..."
Series
- "Suburban
Gladiators (Part One of Three)" by Byron Starr
"A man in a fine black tuxedo stepped through the main gate and strode
toward the center of the arena... After reaching the center of the area, he
stopped and glanced around at the thousands of faces in the bleachers, but
said nothing. The murmur died to a whisper."
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Seven: Moses Spring]
"Leggy stared into the fire. Silas’s offer was tempting. His days of running
with the Paladins had been some of the best of his life. Could he really recapture
them?"
- "The
Scavengers" -- An original AFM Comic Series by Fernando Ruiz
"Yeah. I met Darv on Regula... His squad had just been wiped out when he hooked
up with ours... He was the worst soldier I ever saw."
AFM Issue #8 (COVER: "Precision
Bombing" by Barrie Jones)
Short Fiction
- "Crapocalypse:
A Poem" by Gregg Delcurla
- "A
Rat's Tale" by Michael Boatman
"His hair had always been a nightmare; a mousy, yellow/brown shock of
coarse, woolly-wire shooting straight up from the launching pad of his head
like a rocket, which upon achieving escape velocity, powers its’ way out of
the atmosphere and into the Great Beyond."
- "Day
of Revolt" by C. C. Parker
"Wagner and his mother were watching One Life To Live when the newsbreak
came on..."
- "Blue"
by Betsy Christensen
"Walking into the H-Bomb bar, she noticed that the streets were particularly
busy today."
- "Borderlands"
by Byron Starr
"His mind was still swimming when a shadow loomed over him. He sleepily
looked up and saw the figure standing over him with an M-16 to its shoulder.
Rotting blackish-blue skin clung precariously to the creature’s exposed jawbone.
One eye was missing and the other was milky and deflated in its socket. Over
the walking corpse’s shoulder someone said, "End of the line, Ranger.""
Series
- "Suburban
Gladiators (Part Two of Three)" by Byron Starr
"The Blood Brothers’ were always on the lookout for a way to profit from
human depravity. What Bobby hadn’t noticed on his way into the stadium was
the voyeurism booths situated behind the restrooms, where, for a small fee,
a person could sit in a booth directly behind the portable bathrooms, viewing
the activities therein through a pair of tiny peepholes."
- "Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Eight]
"Back home, the Judges spoke longingly of Heaven. They said Heaven should
be the goal of every man, woman, and child. In Heaven there would be no more
pain, no more hurt, no more desperation. Only milk and honey in plenty, and
white light, and cool days that went on forever. These angels were trying
to reach it."
- "To
Drive the Cold Winter Away -- Part Seven: "The Devil"" -- by G.W. Thomas
"I was awake. I could see the two geeks came around the truck cab and stare
at me. One poked me with a finger. The other kicked the scattergun aside like
it was a rancid dog turd. They babbled as they walked away. No coup de grace.
Nothing. Just leave me to die."
Short Fiction
- "Man
of War" by David R. Lusk
""Stop it!" Jonny yelled as he pushed me toward the edge of the sandbox.
Shocked fury lent his muscles strength beyond their five years. "You'll get
sand in the gears!" - A Novel Excerpt - Read Chapter One
here, and then check out
www.amanofwar.com
- "And
With Eyes Partly Closed, It Purred In Smug Complacency" by David Clancy
"Bored, Ethel stood up and reached for a book. She turned it, viewing
first the front then its back. Absently, she replaced the paperback and chose
another. She repeated the ritual many times though she had no intention of
reading. Idly, her attention shifted to a large ball of lemon-coloured wool.
Ethel was beginning to emulate her cat."
- "The
Colonel's Execution" by J. L. Navarro
""I don't know how much longer I can stand being here," Murdock said as
I pulled up a chair to sit across from him. There was a look of forlorn desperation
in his moist gray eyes. He had arrived two months before I did and I had witnessed
him slowly degenerate into a man who carried himself and his frail bones in
an envelope of sagging skin. I knew and he knew that he had no business being
here any longer. If the infection did not get him, insanity would surely do
it."
- "Fall
of Darkness" by Lucy A. Snyder
"And the rest are vultures taking advantage of that fear," he said, remembering
with sadness and anger the soldiers who'd refused to help the EMTs pull the
survivors from the wrecks during the day."
- "Field
of Bones" by Amanda Spikol
"His skin was olive-dark as ours, and I knew from the shape of his eyes
that he was from the lands of the East."
- "One
Rough" by Douglas W. Milliken
"The man’s father had once told him that there are few things in life
as valuable as loyalty. It is all he had ever said on the subject. It wasn’t
his way to speak much to his children, to give advice, to take an interest.
With leather skin and soiled work clothes, he rarely stuck around the house.
His job was his life. The thing to which he was loyal. "
- "Passengers"
by C. C. Parker
"I could visualize their spectral shapes; the serrated edges of their
wings slicing the sky. "
- "Streaks
In the Sky" by Raymond Towers
"I’d gone out to the desert for inspiration, to a secluded spot high in
the mountains northwest of Palm Springs, and that had save my life, sort of.
The Nameless Ones had arrived with their sleek ships, bombarding the earth
with radiation pulses, and catching our planet’s governments completely unaware."
- "Are
You Tripping?" by Kevin L. Donihe
"The air B choked with swirling clouds of incense. The walls B emblazoned
with painted-on peace symbols, posters, and adhesive psychedelic flowers.
The floor B strewn with fast food wrappers and empty beer cans. The hippie
B aging, bearded, and bedecked in a hemp shirt, filthy khaki pants, and scuffed
Birkenstocks. "
- "Weird
World: Bats of a Fur" by Marcelo Hipolito & Marcelo Machado
"Lots of people killed themselves when the first wave of demons came out
from the earth, I mean, it WAS freaky, after all, science had brainwashed
mankind for ages, trying to convince everybody those sorts of creatures were
the stuff of legends and such... "
Series
"Suburban
Gladiators (Part Three of Three)" by Byron Starr
"The crowd came to feet once again as five professional bloodfest warriors
stepped into the ring. The men were clothed and equipped much different
than the women. Their heavy plate and chainmail armor bore a closer resemblance
to that of the Juggernaut than the women’s thin leather strips."
-
-
"Wasteland
Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Nine]
"As they drew nearer a dog came at them through the tall grass. It was large
and fast, and it growled menancingly. It stopped twenty yards from them,
barking and baring its teeth. The party halted. Minna brayed nervously.
Afha nuzzled her and whickered soothingly."
-
-
"To
Drive the Cold Winter Away -- Part Eight: "The Devil"" -- by G.W. Thomas
"Nobody was walking out of Westie territory. Nobody was walking over that
bridge."
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