Meantime, Part 6

6 – Blackest Eyes Roan woke up with a start, sitting up, ready to pounce. On what he wasn’t sure, but he was sure there was something requiring his attention. But only when he was crouched on the bed did he realize he was in a hospital room, and he had no less than three IVs in his arm. Also, his brain was fuzzy like he’d had way too much Vicodin, and he was mildly achy. It all started clicking, especially when he saw Dylan asleep in a cot not too far away. And he was just asleep, he was out but still breathing, which was a relief. He hadn’t hurt him … physically  … yet. God, that was a thought he hadn’t wanted to have. But for some reason he was afraid he had hurt him. Realizing he looked like an idiot, he sat back down, tucking his bare legs...

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Meantime, Part 5

5 – This Love “Rico was picked up by a john last time you saw him?” Holden asked, not sure if he should believe him. Newt nodded, taking a deep drag off his cigarette. “He wanted some rock. I didn’t, I mean, what the fuck would I want rock for? Last time I used it I thought my skin was gonna fall off, you know? Besides, I was fine with coke and X, which pretty much does the same thing when you use ‘em together, ‘cept your skin doesn’t feel like it’s gonna fall off.” Holden nodded, like that made perfect sense. He actually wanted to get up and punch him, but how would that do any good? Besides, he wasn’t sure why he was losing his temper with him now. Had the pot finally wore off? “Where does the john come into this?” “Well, we were...

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Meantime, Part 4

4 – Ego Death Roan found himself standing in a hospital hallway, sure he should be somewhere, but not one hundred percent certain where that place was. He turned to find a lion waiting at one end of the hall, its face framed by a huge fluffy fall of mane. It was growling at him, and he shook his head and gave it the finger while turning away. “Like I’d be scared of you. “ At the other end of the hall, there was a man standing there. It took Roan a minute to recognize him, but he looked like a younger version of himself. He didn’t really look like that, did he? His face was leaner than he thought, although his hair was a slightly lighter shade of red, lighter than it had ever been. But this was a dream, he knew that, and things didn’t always make...

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Just because I’m not writing enough …

I’ve joined with a few other Dreamspinner Press authors in writing what is essentially a prose soap opera. (Why not? I like a challenge, and I hope to throw in an evil identical twin at some point.) If you’d like to check it out, you will find it here: Keep in mind it’s for the over eighteen audience, and fairly gay, so consider yourself warned. Although I’ve introduced a mobbed up mortician. Come on, how often do you get a chance to write one of those? (That’s one thing that’s never been in the Infected series … yet. Give it time …)

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Meantime, Part 3

3 – Never Let Me Down Again By the way people were scrambling about in the otherwise sedate lobby, Dylan knew something had gone horribly wrong. He just bet Roan had something to do with it. He was right. He took the elevator up to Roan’s floor, and was almost immediately greeted by a metal security door, where Rosenberg and several butch orderlies, some with drug guns that looked distressingly like sniper rifles, were waiting as if preparing for a siege. Rosenberg looked at him and opened her mouth to speak, only to be silenced by an angry roar, loud enough that she winced and most of the orderlies cringed. The two biggest orderlies were peering through bulletproof glass windows into the IU – also known as the “infected unit” – and one of...

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