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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: The Milestone Conflict in First Lines Contest 2017
    The morning hissed with the catlike sharpness of four hundred and forty‐three minds. The membership of Treetop Witches was ready to assault their Steering Mistress with complaints....
    The morning hissed with the catlike sharpness of four hundred and forty‐three minds. The membership of Treetop Witches was ready to assault their Steering Mistress with complaints. Sanubia passed...
    The morning hissed with the catlike sharpness of four hundred and forty‐three minds. The membership of Treetop Witches was ready to assault their Steering Mistress with complaints. Sanubia passed a hand over her bald head and sighed.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: Arachne's Challenge in First Lines Contest 2017
    Mayri could have handled the pain. Other than a few years of incredible grace, there’d been nothing but pain in her eighteen years of existence. She’d long learned how to deal with...
    Mayri could have handled the pain. Other than a few years of incredible grace, there’d been nothing but pain in her eighteen years of existence. She’d long learned how to deal with pain,...
    Mayri could have handled the pain. Other than a few years of incredible grace, there’d been nothing but pain in her eighteen years of existence. She’d long learned how to deal with pain, especially the physical kind.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: The Byzantine Connection in First Lines Contest 2017
    The moment Carter walked across the vestibule and emerged into the nave, he felt chills run down his spine. Churches had that kind of effect on him, and Detroit’s Saint Hedwig’s...
    The moment Carter walked across the vestibule and emerged into the nave, he felt chills run down his spine. Churches had that kind of effect on him, and Detroit’s Saint Hedwig’s church was no...
    The moment Carter walked across the vestibule and emerged into the nave, he felt chills run down his spine. Churches had that kind of effect on him, and Detroit’s Saint Hedwig’s church was no exception. He tilted his head back, and the soaring height of the magnificent edifice made his head spin. Colors
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: Shadow Informant in First Lines Contest 2017
    I heard someone say once that death was a terminal adventure. The comment came back to me as I stared at the dead body, fifteen feet ahead of me, lying face-up in a half-frozen...
    I heard someone say once that death was a terminal adventure. The comment came back to me as I stared at the dead body, fifteen feet ahead of me, lying face-up in a half-frozen puddle. “What do...
    I heard someone say once that death was a terminal adventure. The comment came back to me as I stared at the dead body, fifteen feet ahead of me, lying face-up in a half-frozen puddle. “What do you make of it?” Bill Rashleigh stood next to me, hands in pockets, stifling shivers.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: The Witches of Calamora in First Lines Contest 2017
    The well-oiled heavy wooden door burst open. The force of the entry swung it on its hinges and it banged against the chiseled stone slabs of the wall. The door moaned and coughed up...
    The well-oiled heavy wooden door burst open. The force of the entry swung it on its hinges and it banged against the chiseled stone slabs of the wall. The door moaned and coughed up a small cloud.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: The Path of Silence in First Lines Contest 2017
    It was one of those nights that hell’s accountants crow about, full of black ink and rising death statistics. A citizen, running an errand in a dependable quiet neighborhood in...
    It was one of those nights that hell’s accountants crow about, full of black ink and rising death statistics. A citizen, running an errand in a dependable quiet neighborhood in Woodbrook, was...
    It was one of those nights that hell’s accountants crow about, full of black ink and rising death statistics. A citizen, running an errand in a dependable quiet neighborhood in Woodbrook, was found lying prostrate on the hood of the car—prone forever. My shock wore off quickly. Its byproducts were fatigue and irritation.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing First Lines Contest 2017: The Heirloom in First Lines Contest 2017
    "Good evening, madam," he said, as he approached with the drink tray, and shot her. It would have been rude to finish the workday without a simple social convention. Etiquette and...
    "Good evening, madam," he said, as he approached with the drink tray, and shot her. It would have been rude to finish the workday without a simple social convention. Etiquette and good manners was...
    "Good evening, madam," he said, as he approached with the drink tray, and shot her. It would have been rude to finish the workday without a simple social convention. Etiquette and good manners was something that should have been chiseled on to the stone tablets, in place of "Thou Shalt Not Kill."
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing Cover Contest 2017: The Path of Silence in Cover Contest 2017
    When Meg Stanton walks out of a convenience store to find a dead man sprawled across the hood of her car, she thinks he’s been shot. It’s the worst assumption she’s ever made in...
    When Meg Stanton walks out of a convenience store to find a dead man sprawled across the hood of her car, she thinks he’s been shot. It’s the worst assumption she’s ever made in her ten-year...
    When Meg Stanton walks out of a convenience store to find a dead man sprawled across the hood of her car, she thinks he’s been shot. It’s the worst assumption she’s ever made in her ten-year career as a cop. Forty-eight hours later, a hotel waiter drops dead while serving the CEO of the third largest national bank. That’s when Meg begins to suspect that the victims are links in some bizarre experiment…but she has no idea that she is about to become its key element.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing Cover Contest 2017: The Milestone Conflict in Cover Contest 2017
    Inaction is action...and that is the tragedy. As several worlds barrel toward a conflict more deadly than any before, the self-styled frontier gods, the Treetop Witches, watch and...
    Inaction is action...and that is the tragedy. As several worlds barrel toward a conflict more deadly than any before, the self-styled frontier gods, the Treetop Witches, watch and wait. Their...
    Inaction is action...and that is the tragedy. As several worlds barrel toward a conflict more deadly than any before, the self-styled frontier gods, the Treetop Witches, watch and wait. Their rules forbid them to interfere. To take action, may drastically alter the destiny of a civilization. So they wait and worry, forcing their emotions to flatline as they track the inevitable. Sanubia, their leader, is old and weary, but must enforce the gods’ protocols…even at the expense of her own spirit. Avram DeWynter, brother of President Esteban DeWynter, undertakes a diplomatic mission to the resort world of Hettamir. Accompanied by his family, Avram’s duty is to sign the first formal treaty between Hettamir and the unified galactic federation. Hettamir’s leader is the beautiful and charismatic Ahrun Dyem. A staunch politico who fiercely fights for her people’s independence, Ahrun commands respect from everyone…except the pirates who will do anything to stop the treaty. As every faction—the Confederation, Hettamir and the pirates—ruthlessly follows their own course, time rushes forward, heedless of the impending tragedy that will forever be known as…The Milestone Conflict.
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  • Edita Anne Petrick added new listing Cover Contest 2017: The Byzantine Connection in Cover Contest 2017
    An ancient evil lies within the stone, feasting on innocent souls. Two years ago, Carter had a chance to kill it and didn’t. Second chances are hard to get… In St. Hedwig’s...
    An ancient evil lies within the stone, feasting on innocent souls. Two years ago, Carter had a chance to kill it and didn’t. Second chances are hard to get… In St. Hedwig’s Cathedral, Detroit,...
    An ancient evil lies within the stone, feasting on innocent souls. Two years ago, Carter had a chance to kill it and didn’t. Second chances are hard to get… In St. Hedwig’s Cathedral, Detroit, Carter witnesses the miracle of youth returned, and stigmata where none should be. As national newspapers report of a Fountain of Youth in St. Hedwig’s Carter is only too aware that all's not as it seems. The bleeding statue is no miracle: it is the embodiment of an ancient curse that draws people in by granting their deepest wishes—but at the price of serving an evil force, ultimately paid for with their lives. In a race against time to get to the bottom of the mystery, Carter and Stella have only the words of old friend and priest Father Malvan to guide them—yet he is long gone, turned monster then to dust.
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