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Tue
Jul 27 2010 6:18pm

It’s All Charlaine’s Fault. (And Jim’s, Laurell’s, oh, and Joss Whedon’s)

I slept through the alarm this morning and it’s Charlaine Harris’ fault. You see, I love well-done urban fantasy. Yesterday, after work, I went and picked up a couple of her books and...well, let’s say I stayed up WAY past my bedtime. Nor is it the first time. I pick up a book, or tune into a show, and if it’s well done enough, time just passes me by.

So I started thinking, what makes me come back to a story or show again and again, as opposed to setting down the book or changing channels and feeling that I’ve wasted my time?

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Tue
Jul 6 2010 9:30am
Original Story

Olga

This story is also available for download from major ebook retailers.

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“No! Olga!” I whirled at the sound of my brother-in-law’s panicked shout. My name hasn’t been Olga for more than a century, but that’s how he first knew me. I smelled diesel fuel and felt a wave of pure power knock me off my feet, sending me flying backward an instant before a car bomb blew, taking out most of the café and a fair portion of the street. I hit the pavement hard, back first, knocking the breath from my lungs. My head hit next, and the world went dark.

[I came to...]