Monthly Archives: February 2012

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  Will Shakesprick: The Adventures of Elegy Flynn #2

  Posted on February 29, 2012 by vjchambers in elegy flynn.

  For Andre. At least I know you’ll get the jokes. Elizabeth Peters slammed the door of the bar behind her. “I’ve done it,” she said, striding across the room to slump down in a stool. “And now I’d like some wine.” Lizzy was a volur. That meant she traveled through time fixing problems that time [...]

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  Chapter Thirteen

  Posted on February 28, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Thirteen “All I’m saying is that the guy’s a total wuss,” I said, pushing around my home fries on my plate with my fork. I had an accent, something vaguely twangy, as though I was from Texas or something. Azazel took a drink of coffee. “You only saw the movies. You didn’t even read [...]

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  Cemetery Walk

  Posted on February 23, 2012 by vjchambers in blogging.

  It’s an absolutely gorgeous day here in my neck of North America. The temperatures are in the 60s, and it’s yet another chapter of the very mild winter we’re experiencing here. I decided to take a walk today in the woods behind my house (it’s not a lot of woods, probably only a few acres, [...]

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  Chapter Twelve

  Posted on February 23, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Twelve There was an annoying beeping noise. I opened my eyes a little bit. I was lying down in a narrow bed, covered in a bland blanket. There were big blinking machines surrounding me. A hospital room? I pushed myself into a sitting position. Ouch! My hand. There was an IV stuck in the [...]

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  Chapter Eleven

  Posted on February 21, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Eleven My mother was cutting up raw meat on a cutting board in our kitchen. Candles flickered from the chandelier overhead. I slouched in the doorway, watching my brother Jude clear the plates from the table. We’d just finished dinner. Mother turned, wiping her hands on her apron. She left red streaks on the [...]

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  Chapter Ten

  Posted on February 16, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Ten Azazel and I stared out at the field of bodies. They were baking in the hot sun. They smelled putrid and rotten. She wiped at tears on her face. “I did this. I killed all these people. They told me that everything I’d ever done led to nothing but death and destruction. It’s [...]

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  Chapter Nine

  Posted on February 14, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Nine I didn’t go after her when she went back into the cabin. Instead, I stayed out on the porch and stared into the woods. The trees were in shadow, black lines against the rising sun. It was beautiful, and just then, I felt completely divorced from it. Azazel agreed with the voice in [...]

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  Chapter Eight

  Posted on February 9, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Eight I jolted awake as the car pulled to a stop. I sat up straight in my seat, looking around. It was still dark. We were still in the woods. The car had pulled up in front of an old cabin. It had a rustic porch hanging off the front of it, and I [...]

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  The Adventures of Elegy Flynn

  Posted on February 7, 2012 by vjchambers in books, elegy flynn.

  A disgruntled goddess of fate. A time-traveling bar. Barely functioning alcoholics saving the world.

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  Chapter Seven

  Posted on February 7, 2012 by vjchambers in jason and azazel, onset posts, that last onset.

  Chapter Seven “Jason,” a soft female voice was saying. “Jason, wake up.” Someone was shaking me. I rolled over, rubbing my eyes. Dull morning light was streaming in through the curtains of the room I stayed in with Chance. Mrs. Jones was standing over me in her bathrobe. Her hair was in rollers. “You must [...]

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