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... enough to fall into slumber. The next morning, Saron stood amidst the cool greenery of the landscape that decorated the exterior of the pala... ...nic and proceeded back to the fortress as a smile crossed his lips. ***** The green grasslands surrounding Orland castle swayed in the warm bree... ... over the windowsill and she followed his gaze. Under the cool shadows of the tall green trees, Saria lifted her wooden sword, blocking the moves of ... ... walked deeper into the forest, what little sunlight that shined upon them was now gone. Shadows fell like a blanket and darkness crept upon him. All... ...ckness. Many of them refused to even acknowledge her since the change and had even gone to avoiding her altogether. She looked up at her mother ... ...and until now. You never left their sight. You won’t know what to do when they are gone. That is why I want you to trust me.” “You do not know m... ...f David Lynch and Alfred Hitchcock's visual styles and stories. She has a love for film, vampires and visual storytelling which she couples with the ... ...garnered credits writing movie reviews, fiction and articles on the comic book and film industry. Rae makes her home in Phoenix, Arizona where she ...

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...eeze blew across her face. Crickets sang, and mosquitoes buzzed. She held down the lever on her radio. “I’m not seeing anything. Whatever it is, it’s gone now.” Is my mind playing tricks on me? No way. The thermal definitely picked up something. A bear? Possibly, and if it was, I probably spooked it off. She spun in a slow circle, extending the thermal image camera; sudden...

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...ing for this thing.’ He peered into his glass. ‘I haven’t a thirst for art, but I’ve an artistic thirst.’ They elbowed their way to the bar. Before films and television arrived to bewitch the world, paintings could sway multitudes, convert sceptics and provoke intellectual war. Today, they’ve been reduced to decoration, and the only certainty for aspiring painters is tha...

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...tarted the Dieselpunks website years ago, the word “dieselpunk” was still a curiosity. Sure, it was loaded with familiar tropes like Pulp Adventure, Film Noir, and Weird Horror, but the artists were mashing these concepts together with something different, something a little more contemporary. At that time, the steampunks were just starting to climb their way from the un...

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...r and a peep hole slid open. Beady little eyes looked out at them. “What’s the password?” Mack was already taking off his gloves. “Blue aether for green gin.” The eyes frowned. “Mack, that’s tomorrow’s password. You’re supposed to give me today’s password.” Mack glared up from his gloves. “Beady, jus’ open the damn door. You know it’s me.” The eyes were offende...