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Nyx is on Twitter! Now chronicling the wild, roaring 20s of her early career prior to God’s War… Check out: Nyxnissa.
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34. Rhys wiped the grit from the windows inside the bus with the already dirty end of his burnous. The clasp mechanism at the top of his window was broken; hot air and red dust blew in from the road and covered Rhys is a fine mist. He pulled his burnous over his nose and
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Chapter 19 Nyx blew out of Punjai and hit the radio a couple of times with her palm, but all she got was misty blue static. It was going to be a long ride. She spent the night in the bakkie after making good time, about halfway to Mushtallah. She kept as far off the
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Chapter 14 “I always thought you’d be taller,” Nyx said. Queen Nasyaan smiled and stood. Nyx had seen images of her before, of course, but most of those were doctored. The Queen was a short, plump woman with a halo of graying hair. Her face was too young for the hair – she wasn’t even
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God’s War, Part One God’s War, Part Two:________________________________________________________ 2. They passed the big water purifying plant just outside the refugee camps. Nasheen didn’t leave out much open water anymore. Chenjan operatives were notorious for poisoning wells. Faleen was a port city, not the kind by the sea but the kind that took in the ragged
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Well, it was bound to happen. For your amusement:____________________________________________ Morning Absolution They were still three bounties short of rent when Nyx found the headless body in the trunk. “You should have put some towels down,” Rhys said. There had been dog carcasses in the alley that morning, tire treads on burst stomachs, fat rats squealing
Year of Wonders____________________________________________ She painted on nonsdays, the day before worship, the day after sex, when her body was loose and her head was clear and she hadn’t yet purged herself of the week’s paltry sins. She liked the light on nonsdays, and she sat at her window in her robe, legs spread, watching the
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