A Walk Through God's Day 2

# Chapter 1: Breakfast First impression: God has a fantastically cool living room. It is, more properly, a morning room, meaning that it was designed to make the very best use of morning light. The sun poured through windows set perfectly to allow...

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Breaking Down

Darkstar's deft deflection helped to keep the rest of the dinner conversation away from me personally, yet the conversation didn't seem the least bit stilted. I had the impression that my hosts felt that they had made me uncomfortable and, as one, they...

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Homicide Detective

My next genuinely aware thought was that I was being held and rocked, not quite in Heartsinger's lap, still there on the log, the creek and forest still keeping us safe from the rest of the world. I hadn't truly lost consciousness; it was more like I...

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Attar of Blue Roses, Part 1

"If you value your life, drive." A fury of feathers and feathers, of wings and hooves, of two or more shades of white and a spun white-gold of mane and tail, of speed and desperation, earth and wind in fear-full motion. The large side door of the...

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Attar of Blue Roses, Part 2

It was a long time before the sobbing became the hushed tears of relief, and from there came the quiet moments of recovering from both the pain and the ebbing of pain. Through it all, Regan simply held the Pegasus close to himself, offering warmth and...

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Preaching to a Bear

At a certain college campus in Texas, where all the tallest tales begin, a trio of chaplains ministered to the students, each to his particular religion. The priest, Pentecostal preacher, and rabbi would often meet at the quieter of the three coffee...

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A Wolf in Human's Clothing

“Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them." —Stephen King, _The Langoliers_ Warning: Rant incoming. People ask me what it's like to be a wolf in a humansuit. Well, they ask me that if they know that I am, in...

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Bunkhouse Stories

"I thought you were out of town for the weekend," I said, "not that it's not good to meet you." The stallion's smile never wavered. "Not that far out of town, and I very much wanted to meet you as well. After I parked my car, I saw Frank in the...

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Recon

Three dark-clad canine figures, their features obscured by their masks, worked feverishly in the blackened alleyway. They were assigned Company authorized sobriquets of Tinker, Tailor, and Soldier. Tailor stood at the alley's mouth, his eyes fixed on...

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Visitor's Vita

When Lightwing and I got to the den, I half expected to see Rainmist in the same chair I'd seen her in last night, gazing out the window. Tonight, there was no rain to attract her attention, so I wasn't all that surprised to see her in one of the...

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Morning

The precinct had been making changes, although no one knew where the money was coming from. I didn't bother challenging it, since I'd finally been given an office of my own. It reminded me a lot of Chelsea Watson's claustrophobic office at LK&M,...

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Signing Up for the Tour

Sydney went back to his own life and left Manny to face his sister alone. Given her current state, that was probably a wise course of action. After the wolf had gotten back inside the warehouse, Rosie slammed the heavy door behind him, pivoted upon...

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