A-hab by Edd B. Jennings
A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...
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The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon
The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon The swollen capital had erupted the day before. Elections on the African continent are always dicey. But in this landlocked swath of nothingness, there had been little...