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Merry Christmas!

Here is an excerpt from Book II, Before the Dawn. Merry Christmas.   And So, This Is Christmas Ben had been worried that the news of the destruction being wrought by Heaven and Hell, most likely in an effort to flush them out, would set back Mal’s resolve to remain optimistic. He’d gotten up the […]

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On the twelfth day of Fic-mas, shades of present, future, past, try without success to make an impression that will last …

Boiled in His Own Pudding The persistent drizzle made the trip back across the lawn about as pleasant as their visit inside had been. Even the spectacular tree and light display that graced the grounds of the edifice could not make the view appear cheery to the three figures plodding toward the sidewalk. They should […]

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On the eleventh day of Fic-mas, some happy news to share; in life, perfect moments are only too rare …

What Child is This? “Ari.” “Mmmm,” he mumbled. “Ari, c’mon. Wakey, wakey.” She jostled his arm gently. He finally peeled one eye open. She was lying next to him, beaming and looking not the least bit sleepy. “Morning, Maggie.” “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” she grinned. He frowned, running his hands over his face, trying to brush […]

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On the tenth day of Fic-mas, someone tries to make a deal, and accidentally his intentions are revealed …

Let’s Make a Deal The well-worn path through the thick forest was dappled with the fading light of the weakening late autumn sun. The sounds of birds chirruping and flitting from tree to tree filled the air. A bubbling brook burbled away quite loudly in the near distance. Lucifer sighed. Why any self-respecting “god” would […]

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On the ninth day of Fic-mas, a festival in Rome, sees a soldier choosing field or home …

All Wounds “Is the meat almost done?” the young man called into the kitchen, doing his best to remember that he was home and not in the field. “I only have two hands, Cartaphilis,” came the flippant reply. He choked back a sharp rebuke. You’re home. You’re home and it’s a holiday, he reminded himself. […]

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On the eighth day of Fic-mas, an angel makes his case, disappointment sets up an eternal chase …

The Letter of the Law Lucifer’s patience drained away more rapidly as the hour drew nearer. Everyone he had gathered together could sense his building tension, and the danger that came with it. When his fingers started to drum impatiently on the armrest of his throne, even those in his inner circle who usually kept […]

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On the seventh day of Fic-mas, a little something sweet, prepare for merry gatherings wherever you meet …

Eye of Newt It was the night of the new moon, the perfect time to begin her work. The witch bounded up the steps of her home, an almost wicked smile on her lips, and all the necessary ingredients in her bag. She couldn’t wait to work her magic and present her intended with a […]

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On the sixth day of Fic-mas, we meet a man alone, traveling to fight the darkness far from home …

That the Lord May Love Thee No one seemed particularly inclined to worry about the conditions out here. He hadn’t seen a single plow or salt truck on his long drive back. Maybe they were over budget, he thought. The snow had fallen all afternoon in that soft gently lulling way that could make you […]

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On the fifth day of Fic-mas, we travel to the past, to ancient places, origins, and peace that can’t last …

Author’s note: Some of you know Ben Brody as the demon with a heart of gold in Always Darkest. But Ben wasn’t always a demon. He wasn’t even always a warrior. In the deep of winter long ago, he was only a little boy with a restless spirit. Just like it would centuries later, it […]

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On the fourth day of Fic-mas, we look to the new year, and find something not quite new to fear …

Out With The Old “Mikey, I said no more cookies,” Mary Davies called out to her son, who was in the kitchen, ostensibly to get the wine glasses for the table. “Um … Sorry!” drifted back through the swinging door. “Were those sleigh bells I heard in there,” her husband Clark asked with a smile, […]