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Sigil, Apollo, Sixty Six "That's what I like to hear!" Christ said with excitement. "I get a lot of groveling and begging, and that can be useful, don't get me wrong, but I don't get very many smarties, except on rare and special days. And today I get two for one. Is it my birthday today Tre?"...

Murder in the Blue Morgue The Symphony of Death played on in the city as light faded from the sky. Seconds murdered the minutes that murdered the hours that shot a hole in the heart of the coming day. And there, the fading beeps of the heart monitor diminished into the familiar monotone of...

Sigil, Apollo, Sixty Six "We go up," Jess pointed toward the platform. It was hard to make out at first in the dying light, but welded into the crook of the giant I-beam was a narrow ladder. "Don't think about it, just do it. You know how ladders work. Close your eyes if you need to," Six said...

Sigil, Apollo, Sixty Six Kook began to tell his stories about a life he never had in order to pass the time and get everyone's mind off the young girl who had refused the blindfold. Six had asked him once why he made up the nonsense about something he'd never remember. Kook had just shrugged and...

Rouge "No need to say sorry, it's not a worry. But in case you didn't know it, hello, my name is Poet," he said. He had been watching her with grim fascination. She wasn't a desert flower, this one. He had guessed right. A rose of beauty and a rose of thorns. She was already assessing...

Rouge Coy. He liked coy, and hated it. It infuriated him, he considered it patronizing, but it worked so well on him. His red summer rose was sweet. That earlier laughter suggested something else. It suggested thorns. "I am brand new, just like you," Poet said, "this place is red, so wrong and...

Rouge Poet was becoming impatient. Waiting was irksome enough, but waiting while dressed in such hideous yellow fare was completely intolerable. Who would make someone wear such nonsense? Fascists, clearly, and not the ironic kind. People who hate life. Poet loved life. At least his own...

Sigil "We tried drugs. I personally don't like carrying people. And the steps aren't the trick of it, but I've already said too much. You're a clever one. Christ is going to like you. That's not necessarily a good thing," Six said as he pulled tight on the knot to make sure it was secure...

Vi "It was nice to meet you," Six said to Vi as he handed the blindfold to Sigil, "Jess here will take you a ways down the street there. He'll give you a knife and a thermos with some cold soup in it. It's not much, but it's a start. If I were you I'd get out of that yellow get-up as soon as you...

Sixty Six (Sigil, Vi, Apollo) "Stop here," Sixty Six said. On either side of the small group were what looked like apartment buildings. On the left was a brick building with a slanted, tin roof that looked like something out of the early 20th Centruy, possibly pre-WWI. It was a three story...

Kurtus The big man was impressive. Bloke thought seriously about shooting him. He was dangerous, that much was obvious. But looking like he did, and fighting like he did...maybe he could be useful. Not an Alkie. Bloke doubted he'd have the knack or desire for it, but maybe a thug to hire out...

"Getting out is real easy, miss," the blonde said as he came up on the other side of Six. "You don't have to scare the poor girl any more than she already is, Kook," Six said. "Well it is." "No," Six answered the girl, "none that we've found. Remember I told all of you about the Undercity...

There was a distinctive clank as locks released and the inner door split its middle and sank into the floor. "We are rescued my friends," Six said. Two men stood on the opposite side of the foyer gate. One was tall, standing well over six feet, and very lanky on the verge of gaunt. His bald...

Sixty Six took the bony hand and shook it. Strong grasp, confidence faintly glimmering behind cold eyes. He'll make it, Six thought. Hell they all might, or one of them might kill him at some point. That was for another day. This was now, he was in control of the situation. "Sigil," Six said...

"The first thing you have to get through your head is that we're all killers. Once you make peace with that, this place ain't so bad," Six said to them.

"Some of you are more lucid than others I suppose, and a little anxiety is okay. But try and keep it together...what did you say? Natalie Trace? That was a quick pull. Your brain trying to grasp at anything it can to form whatever narrative it can smush together to make sense of the chaos...

Six took stock of the newly awakened and confused souls that meandered toward him. Was one of them wearing a top hat? Someone had a sense of humor. "Have I interrupted?" Top Hat asked. "Just in time. For both of us really. If I was just a few minutes slower, that gate over there would be open...

"A pleasure...Simulacrum is it? I am Melle Beselisk, I have been employed by Lorn as a Hunter for some four years now, I believe. It is a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances," she said as she briefly stood for her introduction. Lorn also found his feet briefly to answer the question...

Down the hall, white puffs of thick gas engulfed the corridor and sent the men near it into uncontrollable fits of coughing. His enemies temporarily incapacitated, Six sprinted the remaining distance to the waking chambers. The corridor ended at a wall of the cream and turquoise tiles that...

E-Low was nearby. The air was heavy with a citrus tinged skunk that clung to him like cologne. Sixty Six could taste it. He shook his head in annoyance. They shouldn't be here yet, he should be alone. Someone who knew things passed them along to E-Low and his Harvesters. Probably got a few...