
David watched from behind the crowd, as two men led a young woman up a small set of steps to the hangman’s noose. A razor-sharp wire replaced the traditional rope, ensuring a clean decapitation and a bigger spectacle of blood and death.
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To tell you the truth, my father wasn’t really that much different after he became a zombie.
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If you piled the awards and nominations attributed to Gary A. Braunbeck, Jay Lake, Nick Mamatas, and Catherynne M. Valente on the interview table, it would surely implode under the weight of accolades. Suffice it to say, these are four writers at the top of their game.
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When Benjamin was a little boy he painted things. Mostly small things. Like tiny houses. Or dinosaur kits. Or invisible men. He liked using the small brushes. Painting tiny, intricate details.
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