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Stephen Lindsay J.. The Dragon Egg Saga
Prologue: One Year Ago - The Day The Veil Ripped
Life & Death in a Wal-Mart Parking Lot
Old Man Winter Watches From On High
Underwear And Other Essentials
Midwives of the Da’Dilleck
You Can’t Make An Omelet…
Of Magical Meals and Sleep
When a Horse Ain’t Quite a Horse
Shock, Burns and a Pulled Groin
A Baker’s Dozen
Meeting With a Mun at Maynerd’s
A Walk Among the Dead
By the Arrow Betrayed
One Lonely B&B
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Stephanie Kippenberg sat on her front porch sipping an ice cold glass of her famous (in her own mind, at least) homemade lemonade. Just the right amount of sweet and just the right amount of tart. That was how she explained it to people when they asked her what her secret was. The Sun was winking its last rays of the day, casting a pink glow on the undersides of the puffy, mid-summer clouds. What was it her father use to say about a sky like that? Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky at morn, sailors take warn. That was it. She guessed that meant they were in for yet anther gorgeous Clearwater, Kansas day. Heck, she thought, maybe I’ll even take a drive up toWichitatomorrow, do a little shopping.
Stephanie lived for the summers. As a 34 year old high school math teacher, the summers meant freedom. Freedom from the endless excuses as to why her students didn’t bother learning Pythagoras’ Theorem. Freedom from the old guard of teachers who spent their days smoking in the lounge and bitching about how students these days wouldn’t know respect if it bit them on their asses. Freedom to go out on a Tuesday night, if the mood struck, have a margarita, and possibly talk to a cute guy. Freedom—
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Clay steps in between Karl and Melissa, his arms spread out like a referee at a prize fight. “Okay, okay – let’s remember that we’re all on the same side here. Geez, you two are more obnoxious than my folks were right before their divorce!” Clay flips the hood of his sweatshirt back onto his head. “Can we please just finish this pointless exercise and see what’s left in that Wal-Mart? The last thing I need tonight is another lecture from Mayowen.”
Melissa and Karl eye one another like a couple of gunfighters - each trying to anticipate the move of the other. It is Karl who breaks first. His set jaw relaxes into a playful, almost handsome grin. He takes a deep, theatrical bow, waving one arm out toward the Wal-Mart entrance in grandiose fashion.
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