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The Home Of Oscar De La Venta 11:30 P.M. The big man carefully filled the small syringe. Three drops of this, two drops of that; just a little was enough. Steve Madison was finished toying with Oscar De La Venta. Oscar wasn’t sure who Steve Madison was. As far as he could find, the man didn’t exist. But he had finally spoken with him so he knew that Steve was for real. He carefully resheathed the syringe and put it inside the black box with the silver pentagram necklace. “If I must be cheated...

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Grace Willows Memorial Hospital 4:25 P.M. Louie and Scott stood on either side of Mr. Caravelle’s bed. The old man was scribbling furiously on a notepad. He handed it to Scott. “He says that Oscar cut his tongue out for talking to us. He cut it up in front of him and that was what was burning in the pot along with something he called ‘Devil’s Dung’.” Mr. Caravelle motioned for the pad and Scott handed it back to him. Again Mr. Caravelle scribbled and handed it back to Scott. “Oscar isn’t a...

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Lt. Johnson’s Office 2:10 P.M. "Well Scott, while you've been taking lessons from the prince of darkness," Nick teased him. "Louie got identification on our second victim. So what did you learn?" "That this will be the hardest undercover work that I'll ever do," Scott said. "And that Mains is a soft touch. He didn't even put a fight when I asked him to run extended tox screens on the victims." "I'm not as soft a touch." Nick put her hands on her hips. "The victims bled to death." "It's twelve...

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Chapter One Anderson Heights Baptist Church December 5th 3:30 A.M. "Why don't murderers work normal hours like the rest of us?" Louie Vega climbed the steps of the old church. The cold and damp did not agree with him. At fifty-two, he was still tall, muscled and strong but the chill made his bones ache. He pushed the graying black hair out of his eyes. Louie hated being woke up out of a sound sleep for a stiff. "If they did," Scott chuckled. "Our jobs wouldn't be so glamorous." Scott Nolan...

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The 11 page preview, or test drive, is located in my blog. Just search for my name, Christopher Setterlund.

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Bullying: Now and Then With the raise in violence in our schools, a cause for these outbreaks the focus is often on “loners” who never showed signs of any antisocial behavior before the violent episode ended the lives of both students and teachers. The news media interview psychologists, teachers, students, and anyone else who might have a plausible explanation for the carnage seen on our television screens continuously until the new tragedy becomes the focus and the cycle is repeated. When...

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A perfect cocoon built for me To keep me away from misery...

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Drifting out to sea More disasters I’m dreading Barely afloat what do I see

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PROLOGUE I I was sitting in the back yard watching my three boys play in the wading pool. Eric the oldest was five. He had the long legs of his dad and the sweet smile of his mother. Light hair and blue eyes his Nordic features favored his mothers side of the family. Trevin was three and looked like a miniature Eric except that his hair was curlier than Eric’s ever was as a three year old. Scott, the baby was just nine months old and took after his dad. His head was filled with straight light...

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I am in bondage Tied up like a slave Thrown in to prison

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Image waking up every day with the flu. You wake with pain, nausea, dizziness, and weakness every day for years. These symptoms are accompanied by extreme fatigue, sore spots on your arms, legs, chest, and back, chronic irritation of the mucosa tissue of the mouth, nose, bronchial tubes, vagina and rectum, temperature intolerance, hot sweats, cold sweats, bladder spasms, painful urination,irritable bowel syndrome, weird rashes, slow growing hair and brittle nails, chronic pelvic pain, headaches,

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My present is dim My future is bright I can’t give up

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PROLOGUE It was awake in the darkness. It did not move. It felt nothing but hatred and hunger, and it knew the hunger would build as time passed. Time. Time had no meaning for it. Its existence revovled around its cycle: sleeping-eating-sleeping. The cycle only varied according to the cycle of the bloodline. Once it had been a part of the bloodline. Now its very existence depended upon that same bloodline. It moved when they moved. It tasted the changes as the bloodline aged. Now it was awake...

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Humanity as the plague of Earth Humanity had grown then spread herself By spreading herself Humanity had so many paths Humanity decided to take - to steal - to destroy - to kill! Humanity said she had no other choices In one way this is true Humanity got stuck in her disease Humanity she had no soul Humanity had no vision and comprehension of respect for life Humanity had grown the vision and comprehension of power Humanity had grown HER vision of HER OWN dominance over creation Humanity had...