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Rev. Goat Carson. Shallow Graves
CHAPTER ONE. BABYSITTER TO THE STARS
CHAPTER TWO. WHOLESALE HORROR
CHAPTER THREE. IN SEARCH OF ASYLUM
CHAPTER FOUR. A GENTILE PROBLEM
CHAPTER FIVE. THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS
CHAPTER SIX. COMMON POETS REVISITED
CHAPTER SEVEN. A HOLE IN THE VOID
CHAPTER EIGHT. BACKFIRE
CHAPTER NINE. RICOCHET
CHAPTER TEN. ENTER THE TEA BAGS
CHAPTER ELEVEN. LITTLE WHEELS
CHAPTER TWELVE. BYE CHARLIE’S AND BEYOND
CHAPTER THIRTEEN. NAMES
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. THE HIDEOUT
CHAPTER FIFTEEN. ET IN ARCADIA EGO
CHAPTER SIXTEEN. CHOSEN RESPONSE
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. LOVE DEATH AND SORROW
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. LOVE DEATH AND DIE
CHAPTER NINETEEN. IN AND OUT
CHAPTER TWENTY. HANGING ON
CHAPTER TWENTY–ONE. FALLING
CHAPTER TWENTY–TWO. SIDESWIPE
CHAPTER TWENTY–THREE. WORD OF VISIONS
CHAPTER TWENTY–FOUR. THE DRIFT
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE. THE FLOOD
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. THE STORY
CHAPTER TWENTY–SEVEN. GRACE AFTER MEALS
CHAPTER TWENTY–EIGHT. THANKSGIVING
CHAPTER TWENTY–NINE. THE HEALING
CHAPTER THIRTY. THE MEETING
CHAPTER THIRTY–ONE. THE MASTERS
CHAPTER THIRTY–TWO. AWAKENING
CHAPTER THIRTY–THREE. THE KINGDOM
CHAPTER THIRTY–FOUR. THE KNOWLEDGE
CHAPTER THIRTY–FIVE. THE POWER
CHAPTER THIRTY–SIX. THE PARTY
CHAPTER THIRTY–SEVEN. THE SECRET
CHAPTER THIRTY–EIGHT. THE NEWS
CHAPTER THIRTY–NINE. THE VISITOR
CHAPTER FORTY. REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER FORTY–ONE. THE FEAST OF THE BEAST
CHAPTER FORTY–TWO. THE TRUE PRIEST
CHAPTER FORTY–THREE. LEAVING
CHAPTER FORTY–FOUR. THE ROAD
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP it off when the smog crept through my window and started choking me. It was hot, much too hot to sleep. I tried to remember why I’d been drinking till 3 a.m. and whose funeral I had to attend today. I didn’t like waking up, ever; it made me tired, real tired. I was tired of losing sleep, tired of losing friends, tired of waking up. I rolled over and pulled the pillow on top of my head. It was Paps; Paps had died and he’d be much happier if I didn’t go to the funeral. I was almost back to sleep when the phone rang. It was B.B., offering me condolences and a ride to the funeral. I had almost married B.B. once, but as I got to know her better, well let’s just say there are a couple of shades of jaded that just aren’t on my palette. I accepted both the ride and the condolences because I was still asleep. At least that’s what I told myself as I struggled out of bed and limped to the shower. I also had a hangover, which always made me feel a little more vulnerable, a little more sentimental. I hoped it had not figured into my decision making process when I accepted the ride from B.B. The thought of her breast implant scars rustled through my mind as I relieved myself of the past night’s indulgence. It was a big help in de-sentimentalizing the situation.
Steaks interrupted my thoughts. She was the girl who lived in the loft next to mine. We shared the shower, a long concrete room that joined our lofts. I had forgotten to lock the door that lead to her side. Steaks gave out with a rude wolf whistle to announce her presence. I gave her the ol’ bump and grind as an answer.
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“I understand,” I said, “but I wanted to ask you something.”
He was trying to make a quick exit when I’d caught him with that question. He turned back to me with a paranoid smile.
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