Issue 4.1

The Bones of Knight Harris, Chapter 6: Business

By Grant Anderson

in Hamed,” Hoorg rumbled like an ancient tractor, “I thought that we had an understanding.  You are not welcome in Achra.”  The Thaark’s irises were the dirty yellow of concentrated urine.  His sage-green lips drew back in a sneer, revealing the ruined stumps of his teeth, like little lumps of coal haphazardly stuck into his gums.

The look in Lin Hamed’s single bloodshot eye was the killing kind.  He was a wounded, hunted beast, suddenly finding himself cornered.  His right hand rested on his hip, but it was slowly sliding towards the middle of his back.

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Blues From A Gun, Chapter 7: So You Wanna Be A Superhero?

By Bryan Pedersen

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Ugly Organ Crows

By Kevin Del Principe

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The Innocence of Dreams

By Kevin Del Principe

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God’s Finger

By Kevin Del Principe

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True Ghosts

By Kevin Del Principe

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Sad song

By Peycho Kanev

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The Very Last Moments of Lao Tzu

By satnrose

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False Masks

By David Lucas

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Just Know And Realize

By David Lucas

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