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Besides, he thought with a sigh, it was fate. New Orleans was a place that felt like home at this point. It was a place where every celebration was held as if it were the last and everyone acknowledged the power of the spirit world. It was a city built on the bones of travelers. It had sprung up from graveyards and voodoo and mysterious pagan rites. The slow, southern heat brought everything to a standstill so that it could be properly appreciated. There was nowhere else quite as perfect to be half dead.
- COMMENTS
johjenkins_0016 months agoI absolutely love this story and look forward to reading the rest of it and your other stories. You are a very good writer. This is very well done.
Crusader235about 1 year agoExcellent start. There's a connection with him and Net, I hope he keeps in touchor takes her with him. Five stars, looking for more.
millionairenextdoorabout 1 year agoAll the requisites were here; antagonist, protagonist, hero and damsel in blue dress.
Excellent prose, enjoyed every word. Thank you so much.
