Apologies for the delay on new parts for my books! I type it up with a lot of future planning, as I already have Nighthawk's entire story down, just not typed up. Apoleia might be paused. Here is a hint at a new book of mine, though!
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The Detrimental Influences of Con
Chapter One … The Town of Ighor; Nov. 20, 2089
Mama calls it a Fairy. I call it a bird. I don’t like actual fairies. No one does.
Unless you are a Timrilus, the most blasphemous religion possible. I guess it isn’t a religion, but it’s the worship of Haring. It’s publicly worse than those that believe in Satan. Not because of the beliefs, but it affiliates you with them.
The cobalt bird hopped closer, bashing its wings. I pulled back from the window, slamming it shut. My father’s hearse voice bellowed, “watch it.”
I winced, lifting the window a crack. The depression in the rough wooden frame was deeper.
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Until next time, Delta
