Danse Macabre: Sixteen – Don’t Fear The Reaper

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Sixteen – Don’t Fear The Reaper Gryphon enjoyed a dreamless, untroubled sleep, the kind the dead might enjoy if they actually slept. (Presumably his passengers did, but they didn’t count.) The phone eventually woke him up, but as he groped for it he was dimly aware this was ring five or six. Using all that psychokinetic energy really wiped him out. “ ‘lo?” he mumbled into the receiver, eyes still firmly closed. “Wow Gryphon, you’re still sleeping?” Varner said. “Late night last night?” He rolled over and opened his eyes, looking at the clock. Was it really one in the afternoon? Well, it wasn’t one in the morning. “Sort of. Didn’t really sleep well.” “Ah.” Varner said it in...

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Danse Macabre: Fifteen – Knife

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Fifteen – Knife Here was a problem that was always a bit of a bitch. They were so energetic now that there was no way Gryphon could even get near a car, not to mention get in one. The wiring wouldn’t so much melt as totally vaporize, and he’d probably cause the windshield to explode. But he’d been hoping to take Harold back to the river, to where he’d dumped his victims, but it was too far to walk. Was it too far to walk to the store? He didn’t think so. So he ended up walking the street with the stiff, seething Harold, who wanted to break away but hadn’t a hope in hell. Ruby had a death grip on him – no pun intended – but Gryphon hadn’t totally ceded control of his own body to her....

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