Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 7 of the story.
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A BLOW IN THE DARK
TOUL...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 6 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , or Part 5 yet, please start there.
A SKIRMISH OF WITS
TOULON, NOVEMBER ...
"Sweetie, look, this was just delivered. It's from ...," my wife reads the card while unboxing the birthday present, peeling off red gift wrapping, "... your Aunt Salomé."
"That's nice — wait, Aunt Salomé? But — "
The red gift wrapping blooms into an orange fireball.
The shockwave pushes me, s...
1567
Edinburgh
“I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug!”
His father followed through on his promise, landing a slap on Brod’s ear so hard it made the inside of the young boy’s head ring like a great bell.
Brod began keening, tears running down his soot-smudged cheeks.
“Haud yer wheesht, and stop y...
Gunshots, then a loud crash, then the doors to the casino flew open, a man ran out, gun in hand, three men in pursuit, then more gunshots, the man crumbling into a shivering heap on the wet pavement under the yellow streetlight, rain mixing with dark blood, then the heap stopped shivering, and...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 5 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Part 4 yet, please start there.
THE RACE FOR GLORY
TOULON, NOVEMBER 1793
...
LOS ANGELES, 2079
NOVEMBER
(TONIGHT)
Oh, I could eat you up. Eat you whole. In one bite.
Valentine smiles to herself, in her close-lipped way, 'pensive' they call it in the publicity sumsen. She always smiles this way. Lips closed. She has beautiful, blinding-white, even teeth, light...
“Where are we?” the old man said.
“In a dark wood.”
“Who are you?” said the old man.
“Just … a brother,” said the young man.
“Stop,” the old man said. “Let me look at you.”
“It is dark.”
“And I am blind. For me it is always dark. I can see with my hands, if you will allow me.”
“Yes.”...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 4 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, or Part 3 yet, please start there.
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SHANGHAIED
TOULON, NOVEMBER 1793
The man c...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 3 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1 or Part 2 yet, please start there.
WHEELS OF FATE
TOULON, NOVEMBER 1793
The darkened upstairs...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 2 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1 yet, please start there.
THE BALL OF DEATH
TOULON, NOVEMBER 1793
Narrow streets. Fountains trick...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
Waves tall as houses crash down, breaking over the sides of their open boat, filling their little shell with water only slightly less freezing than the bone-chilling win...
