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[?]Julia S. » 🌐
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SURREAL, DREAMLIKE, GRIM tale with flashes of satiric wit depicts a world where factionalism and political policing continue even beyond the grave. Borges and Kafka are touchstones here, as are Bulgakov and Voinovich. A MINUS

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    [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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    [?]Patrick W. Marsh » 🌐
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    Beware the Ills: Part 51

    They’re not far ahead of me. I will meet them soon. I have not thought about the outcome yet; specifically, how I will spare her, and how I will kill Haukter. I really don’t have any answers on how I will accomplish these things. I can only theorize and act on instinct. I’m in the forest now. I’ve just cleared the outskirts of the Shingles. Those walking machines the invaders used were maniacal and blind, they caused unmatched damage. I don’t know how future Guardians will be against these advancements. If I spare her, and she can return, maybe that will cease the invasions. It’ll make them realize there’s nothing on this island but monsters and shattered warriors.

    She must return to them.

    The evening’s going to be arriving soon. I hope they can still light the torches for me and my hunt. The battle in the city, which appeared to last only a few moments, took the entire afternoon. I will never understand how time passes in combat. Another blood riddle for my memory and life, which lives like a blur.

    I’m tired on the inside. I will not show it, but I am.

    The poison, Blue, the Diamond Town, it has all been exhausting. Blue was more deserving of a shallow grave though, I had to do it right, I had to dig it deep. He had value.

    He had love.

    I’m running between the trees; they’re quiet, solemn, and awaiting the night. They look so permanent, so sturdy, it’s hard to believe anything could topple them, but our axes do it all the time.

    At least they grow back.

    I must concentrate. I cannot be distracted. The chances of me making a mistake are growing exponentially. After the encroachers there is only Haukter. I have absolutely no idea how I will deal with him. Not having confidence hurts. I’m not comfortable, or familiar with this feeling.

    I’m almost to the river. They’ll be crossing it. The same watery spine as before, with its frosty marks of blood. They’ll still be there. I don’t want to see them. Maybe some of the cold and snow will smear away the marks. All this combat and strife, and the snow still twinkles in uncensored petals.   

    The natural world isn’t without a sense of humor.

    The trees are thinning ahead, the river will be nearby. I can hear them panting and running on the plates of ice. They panicked; they know I’m on their trail, and not the Ills who are too decimated. The Ills don’t pose a threat to anything or anyone. They’ve outgrown their bloodlust, and their violence. That means something to me. I don’t really know what, but I can feel it behind my eyes. The pain in my body from the battle feels illuminating. It has been so long since I’ve felt it.

    I appreciate its splendor, its reality.

    I know they’re not far. I’m curious to see their state. I break through the forest’s edge and the open land splits between the river and westward woods. The ice plates are moving in the center of the dark river line.

    It’s them. 

    Fifty, just fifty of the invading force. They’re staggering and trembling as they run. Their brown armor has been shredded and covered with slight crystals of frost. They have glistening wounds as well, but they keep running for the shore. I must give them credit for running in that state. She’s running as well. Apparently, my wound was painful, but not debilitating. Something moves on the opposite side of the shore. A form lunges out from the trees and onto the plates.

    It’s Haukter.

    He’s moving fast, at a full, hide-covered sprint. I can’t even see his feet touch the ground beneath the animal layers. They see him immediately. He’s a bit noticeable. I would hope they’d see him. I stop and sink back into the thin trees. I’ll leap into the fray, but I’ll have to play it just right.

    Haukter has a weapon on his left side. It’s the big cleaver from before, with the strange handle. They fire arrows at him from their crossbows. His right sleeve flails up and knocks them away leisurely, yet violently, a strange combination of skill and rage.

    I won’t intervene yet.

    I must surprise him. I must take out one of his eyes to handicap him. I need the advantage. I’m too exhausted.

    He releases the chained clever at them in a metallic twirl. The cleaver makes a light humming sound as it spins towards them. They must be panicking. They’re running in a clump, and not spreading out. The blade hits them. A few avoid it, but the rest are cut in half at the waist.

    Quite the weapon, I’ll have to hurry.

    Haukter retracts the cleaver back to him with a pull of his left sleeve. The range of the attack gives the invaders a few moments to recover. She charges Haukter totally normal, and not controlled by rage. Her axe dangles out at him as she closes the distance. Haukter recoils the weapon in a quick snap and holds it in front of his body. The remaining men skillfully fire arrows at him around her charging form. He knocks them away again with his right sleeve, not that they could pierce his hides. His brown rod falls out of his fabric. He swings it, and a cloud of red darts with white feathers breaks the air. She ducks, but the men behind her fall to the ground, convulsing and thrashing.

    Soon they’ll be dead.


    I’ll be releasing my novel Beware the Ills in segments every Friday. You can find out more about the book right here, or check out Amazon’s info. I love this book. Happy to simply share it. 

      [?]Patrick W. Marsh » 🌐
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      It is Friday. That means a cursed island, cannibals, giant squids, airships, swordfights, and much more. Enjoy Beware the Ills. You're approaching the end.

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        [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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        [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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        [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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        [?]Julia S. » 🌐
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        A FASCINATINGLY LOATHSOME PROTAGONIST becomes prime suspect in a murder in this sharp, satirical thriller of manners. Clever plot and a dead-on skewering of modern workplaces, social media addiction, and the entire Boston metropolitan area. B PLUS

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          [?]J.M. Berger » 🌐
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          Three days left to win your chance at a free advance copy of "The Pope's Hitman" via Goodreads!

          Every click helps boost the book!

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          "The Pope's Hitman by J.M. Berger" over a gray-toned image of the spiral Bramante Staircase in the Vatican Museums, Vatican City.

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            [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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            [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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            [?]TheEdinburghBookshop » 🌐
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            It's summer, and we all need some good holiday reads: here are just a few new fiction releases to hit the shelves.

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            crossed, curving swords on the cover of Light Wilder, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

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            orange cover with outline of a face in profile, on the covere of Contrapposto by Dave Eggers, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

            Alt...orange cover with outline of a face in profile, on the covere of Contrapposto by Dave Eggers, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

            Renaissance era cityscape of Florence under a fiery sky on the cover to Shadow of Madness by DV Bishop, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

            Alt...Renaissance era cityscape of Florence under a fiery sky on the cover to Shadow of Madness by DV Bishop, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

            Bright orange cover for Queenie is Working On It, by Candice Carty Williams, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

            Alt...Bright orange cover for Queenie is Working On It, by Candice Carty Williams, outside the Edinburgh Bookshop

              [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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              [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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              [?]Patrick W. Marsh » 🌐
              @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com

              The Greenland Diaries: Day 65

              I spent all last night giving Snowy teaspoons of Benadryl. Her ears look the worst from the allergic reaction, they’re raw with red sores, which look like they could pop open from the slightest turn of her head. She slept through the night fine thanks to the medicine. I wish I knew how much to give her, and how often. You take for granted all this knowledge when you have no access to it. The whole world was plugged in and then wrenched apart by these monsters.

              There would always be Wikipedia, or Google to answer all my puzzles. I’m not even sure where the library might be from here, but that’s the only place holding any knowledge.

              There weren’t any illusions floating around the darkness of the Drum last night, just the distant thunder of a monster-soaked world. I wonder if the wet air stopped all the spores from floating around, just like the night before with all the heavy rain. The Unnamed must have cloaks of spores, which camouflage them. The ones who screamed the other night, they said the speeding car was made of them.

              Clearly there must be a connection.

              When the morning finally appeared and knocked the Drum away, a surprise was waiting outside my house. Gerald was back. He was actually clean and washed, and less gaunt than when he wandered off weeks ago.

              I couldn’t believe how happy I was to see him. Snowy ran out for a belly-rub in the long grass. Gerald was happy to see us, and was carrying a bag of water and canned food.

              He’d gone looking for his children. He found a few clusters and colonies of people who had banded together to survive the nights. The biggest colony he found was in Brooklyn Center and had over a hundred people living inside of it. Every night they’d find hiding spots and places and looked out for one another with the Unnamed.

              He said they nursed him back to health when he staggered into the camp. They’d basically saved his life. He decided to come back to Robbinsdale to find me and take me there. I couldn’t help but hug the little old man and lift him off the ground. 

              I was so tired of us being alone in the darkness.

              Tomorrow, we’ll walk to the camp during the day. He said they had networks set to find lost relatives. He didn’t hear anything about his kids, but maybe I would hear something about my parents, Ling, or more.

              I’m feeling so much better about the Drum. Even more amazing, when Gerald related this entire story to me outside my shed, he referred to the monsters as the Unnamed. 

              Those kids listened to me.

                [?]Patrick W. Marsh » 🌐
                @patrickwritesmonsters@mastodon.social

                Okay, well, it is Monday. Obligatory faceless monster encounter, haunting drumming sound, illusions, sewn together people, and something living in the sky. Enjoy!

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                  [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                  [?]WiseGreyOwl 🌍 🦉 » 🌐
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                  What am I reading?

                  Just Finished:
                  Summit of All Fears by Jonathan Whitelaw - Quirky escapism and cosy crime.

                  In Progress:
                  How to Stop Time by Matt Haig. I don't normally read books that everyone is reading but Matt has me hooked. Quite different in style and content.

                    [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                    [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                    [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                    [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                    Pakistan army has no other option but to surrender.

                    THE REPUBLIC OF BALOCHISTAN ASKED PAKISTAN TO LAY DOWN WEAPONS AND VACATE BALOCH SOIL

                    4th July, 2026

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                      [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                      [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                      [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                      [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
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                      A Good Read: Louise Welsh & Chris Brookmyre

                      Currently on BBC Sounds: Louise Welsh & Chris Brookmyre join Harriet Gillbert to discuss two of their favourite books: ESPEDAIR STREET by Iain Banks and MEMENTO MORI by Muriel Spark

                      bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002xzs1

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                        [?]WiseGreyOwl 🌍 🦉 » 🌐
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                        What have I read recently?

                        Just finished:
                        Hitler's Secret by Rory Clements
                        A Prince & a Spy by Rory Clements
                        Both WWII thrillers involving Cambridge Don Tom Wilde. Far fetched escapism & I've finished the whole series now.

                        The Finest Hotel in Kabul by Lyse Doucet. The story of the Inter Continental hotel as it and the people who relied on it lived through troubled times. A must read in my humble opinion.

                        Just started:
                        Banking on Murder by Jonathan Whitelaw, a cosy crime novel. Easy reading after ploughing into something heavy.

                        Recommend:
                        North Run by LM Jones. First in the detective inspector Sarah Allerton crime series.

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                          [?]Nick East (Indie Writer) » 🌐
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                          I mean, I get it, it should be the other way around because Koontz is better than King 🤔😁

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                          Post by geeky steven - Abortion is a right

When I worked at a bookstore, I learned that when an author like Dean Koontz signs his books, their resale value goes up. I also learned that when an author like Stephen King signs Dean Koontz's books, the price goes even higher and that Dean Koontz is not amused by this.

                          Alt...Post by geeky steven - Abortion is a right When I worked at a bookstore, I learned that when an author like Dean Koontz signs his books, their resale value goes up. I also learned that when an author like Stephen King signs Dean Koontz's books, the price goes even higher and that Dean Koontz is not amused by this.

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                            [?]Author Krishna Prasanth Guttikonda » 🌐
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                            This is one of the most fulfilling feelings a writer can experience. Someone has chosen to spend their valuable time immersing themselves in the world and words I've created.

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