Danse Macabre: Nine – Deer Lodge

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Nine – Deer Lodge It took a while for him to sort through the files, even though he didn’t read them. Gryphon just looked at the photos and waited for the spark of recognition. All the photos fell into one of two categories: casual ones, ones from high school or birthday parties or family gatherings, or mug shots. It was like the yin and yang of life, the up and the down, the people who were victims of random chance and the people who were victims of circumstances. The first one he identified was Sheila, Shelia Colleen Maitland, who was one of the mug shot ones. She was younger, her hair was different, but it was her. Then he identified poor Rita, Margarita Helene Schillenger, caught at someone’s birthday...

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Danse Macabre: Eight – The Dark Side Of The Moon

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Eight – The Dark Side Of The Moon The ice crunched beneath his feet as Gryphon approached the door, and the air got so cold he could feel his cheeks and nose go numb. The door didn’t want to open, but Ruby telekinetically kicked it open, and they stepped into the lingering illusion of the room. Of course the room was an illusion. In the real world it was as old and desolate as the rest of the house, but as he crossed the threshold, he crossed into someone else’s world. Miraculously, sunlight was pouring through the window, revealing a tidy room with a small, narrow bed in a black metal frame, the covers pulled so tightly across the mattress they looked stapled on. The walls were covered with oatmeal...

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Danse Macabre: Seven – We’re All Gone

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Seven – We’re All Gone Gryphon came to with a jerk, sort of surprised to find himself sitting up in a car seat, looking out a shattered windshield. Car accident, remember? Hugh prompted. Right. He looked over at O’Leary to find him slumped over the steering wheel. “Cal?” he asked. There was no response. Check his pulse, Hugh instructed. Gryphon rolled his eyes. “I can never find a pulse and you know it.” Fine. Let me take over. That idea was a relief, and he wasn’t sure why. No, scratch that – he knew exactly why. Even he was tired of being in his own skin. “Yeah, fine.” The process of letting the others take over had become easier. It was just like letting go, although of what he...

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