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Rider cocked his revolved and pointed it at Mike’s head. And Chuy, in Scarecrow’s body, whacked his spiked club into Rider’s grinning face.  Scarecrow, it turned out, was a muscular man, and had none of the underfeeding-induced weakness Chuy felt, … Continue reading →

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“Go to hell,” Chuy said. “Been there.”  Eddie Marlowe, the wire-thin, jittery rock and roll guitarist, shot his bloodshot eyes left and right around the rubble that had once been a parking lot.  The S on the wall above Eddie … Continue reading →

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