“Pretty soon there’ll be nothing left of this goddamn planet but a garbage dump and a grave.”

The Old Fart was a foot shorter than the trooper, which he rectified by hoisting himself up on a stool. He turned to Liam and stuck out a hand. “Moses Alakuyak, shaman.” His beer and Liam’s single malt arrived. Moses held out his bottle of beer and Liam clinked his glass against it. “To women,”…

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…a model of Rubens clad in clean, faded jeans and a gray T-shirt cinched in with a wide leather belt.

It hadn’t taken them long, once they got him inside; the man who had been separated from the rifle was seated in a chair and immobilized with enough bright yellow polypropylene line to restrain King Kong. He was maybe thirty years old, five-eight, thickset, with matted brown hair and terrified brown eyes that stared at…

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…a knot of Roman tourists gathered around a display of allegedly antique pottery…

I traveled to Egypt in December 2019 for research for the Eye of Isis series, set in Alexandria in the time of Cleopatra. …a knot of Roman tourists gathered around a display of allegedly antique pottery and statuary featuring the entire panoply of Egyptian gods and goddesses going all the way back, according to the…

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Oh yeah, Charles is back, too.

Liam followed Charles and Mason in the Blazer, out the gravel road to the airport, ten miles from Newenham, complete with hangar and tiedowns and Gift Shoppe.  Wy was waiting for them, 68 Kilo fueled and ready.  They climbed in and took off. It was a much shorter ride this time, and a much louder…

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