This Mortal Coil: Part Two

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Basement off Alley, NYC

Peter Travers peers through dirty curtains at the crime scene beyond. It’s now swarming with NYPD police and emergency rescue personnel, and he can see the beginnings of what will eventually be swarms of Federal agents beginning to arrive. Special Agent Phillip Henry is in the middle of it all, giving everyone something to do, and—more important—keeping everyone away from the basement where Travers and Special Agent Alan Grant are hiding.

Their basement is in an alley adjacent to the crime scene, and Travers can see enough from their street-level window to get a general sense of what’s going on. He sees Agent Hu sitting in the back of an ambulance, still wrapped in Grant’s trench coat but now also wrapped in a large, heavy blanket. A police officer is asking her questions. That was Agent Henry’s idea, Travers is certain, and it’s smart: her statement will become part of the police report, and it’ll be harder for whoever directed the DHS agents against them to suppress it.

Not impossible, but harder.

This Mortal Coil: Part One

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July 20, 1992

Artemis LaFleur stares at the young man standing before him and realizes he’s staring at a ghost.

He’s certain he’s talking to David Bernard, but he’s not sure that the man is actually here. Artigenian should have sensed him—the physical presence of an unknown should have set off all manner of wards laid across the stone, and even in this fragment of time they would function. So Bernard’s presence is not what it appears.

“You’re not really here,” Artemis says. “How are you doing this?”

David shrugs. “I don’t know how to answer that. I really am asleep right now, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t,” Artemis says. “I’m not even sure how to put that in context.”

“That’s not encouraging,” David says. “I was kind of hoping you’d be able to explain it to me. Can you stand?”

The Month Of Feverish Creation

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Although February is significant for reasons far more worthy than my own, I am declaring that this February shall be my very own Month of Feverish Creation.

"What is a Month of Feverish Creation," you ask? It is a month where I spend every free moment creating. A month where I try to push myself as hard as I can to create as much as I can. How far can I go? How much can I take on? How much content can I create if I force myself to dive into it and stay there?

Comics, yes. Fiction, yes. Podcasts, yes. Anything else... maybe, but I figure that's enough to keep me occupied for quite some time.

So yeah, that starts Sunday.

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