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Down with the Lizards and the Bees [MultiFormat]
eBook by Tim Pratt
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description:  Bradley Bowman used to be a successful actor, until the death of his lover opened his eyes to a world of spirits and monsters. Now he lives off his residuals, keeps a low profile, and tries avoid supernatural entanglements ... but sometimes that's easier said than done. This story was a shortlisted for a Spectrum award.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Realms of Fantasy, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [204 KB], eReader (PDB) [26 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [39 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB], iSilo (PDB) [10 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [41 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3887
Reading time: 11-15 min.
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I dreamed monitor lizards were eating my face; it was one of those dreams, so I got up off my futon, dressed by the gray dawn light from the high windows, and went out. I wore fingerless gloves, so no one could cross my palm with silver when I wasn't paying attention--I'd been bound once too often that way. The trains were crowded, but people moved away from me, though I don't look particularly derelict or mad; they could sense my difference from them, that's all. I changed trains at three different stations, though I could've gotten to my destination in one. I wanted good omens, even manufactured ones, some charms spinning a little in my direction.
I walked ten blocks from the station into a weedy, broken-down part of Oakland. Even the houses looked dispirited. I'd been here dozens and dozens of times. I never saw anything new anymore.
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