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My skin tightened in anticipation. I took off the fish tank lid, then pulled the green fishnet from an inner pocket of the jumpsuit. Standing atop the step stool, I pushed my sleeve to my elbow and plunged the net into the water. Immediately both fish darted to the back.

She's halfway there. How long could it take to catch a fish? I pushed a rock over to get to the fish hiding behind it. They darted to the front. The phone started ringing, a soft hum. Hold please," he said in a high falsetto. If it would just hold still Adrenaline jerked my head up. A small man with a trim beard and a folder of papers was standing in the hallway leading to the other offices.

I glanced at the tank with my arm in it. My net was empty. The fish had slipped past it. From Mr. Ray's office on my other side came a thump of heels and Vanessa's gasp. So much for the easy way. In the other room, Vanessa screamed as the tank tipped and twenty-five gallons of icky fish water cascaded over her desk. Ray appeared beside her. I lurched off the stool, soaked from the waist down. No one moved, shocked, and I scanned the floor.

It wiggled and squirmed, and my breath exploded from me as I finally got my fingers around it.

I looked up as I dropped it into the canister and screwed the lid on tight. Jenks was a firefly from hell as he darted from Were to Were, brandishing pencils and throwing them at sensitive parts. A four-inch pixy was holding three Weres at bay.

I wasn't surprised. Ray was content to watch until he realized I had one of his fish. He came at me, his thick hands reaching. I obligingly took one of them, jerking him forward and into my foot. He staggered back, clutching his stomach. I'd wanted to do that with Ivy's for a long time.

It shattered in a satisfying crash, the screen looking odd on the grass.

Weres poured into the room, angry and giving off musk. Snatching the canister, I dove through the window. My shoulders hit manicured grass and I rolled to my feet.

I followed, looping the heavy canister to hang across my back. Hands free, I climbed the trellis. Thorns pierced my skin, ignored. My breath came in a quick pant as I reached the top.

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The snapping of branches said they were following. Hauling myself over the lip of the flat-topped, tar-and-pebble roof, I took off running. The wind was hot up here, and the skyline of Cincinnati spread out before me. I trusted Jenks. Arms flailing and feet still going, I ran right off the roof.

Adrenaline surged as my stomach dropped. It was a parking lot! He sent me off the roof to land in a parking lot! Teeth gritted, I flexed my knees. Pain exploded as I hit the pavement.

I fell forward, scraping my palms. The canister of fish clanged and fell off as the strap broke.

I rolled to absorb the impact. The metal canister spun away, and still gasping from the hurt, I staggered after it, fingers brushing it as it rolled under a car. Swearing, I dropped flat on the pavement, stretching for it. There was a ping from the car above me, then another. The pavement beside my arm suddenly had a hole in it, and sharp tingles of shrapnel peppered me. They were shooting at me?

Grunting, I wiggled under the car and pulled the canister out. Hunched over the fish, I backed up. It's just a fish! And it isn't even yours!

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One hefted a weapon to his eye. I turned and started running. This was not worth five hundred dollars anymore. Five thousand, maybe. Next time, I vowed as I pounded after Jenks, I'd find out the particulars before I charge my standard fee.

Bits of pavement were ricocheting up to hit me, echoing the pings. The lot wasn't gated, and as my muscles trembled from adrenaline, I ran across the street and into the pedestrian traffic.

Heart pounding, I slowed to look behind me to see them silhouetted against the skyline. They hadn't jumped. They didn't need to. I had left blood all over that trellis. Still, I didn't think they would track me. It wasn't their fish; it was the Howlers'. And Cincinnati's all Inderland baseball team was going to pay my rent. My lungs heaved as I tried to match the pace of the people around me. The sun was hot, and I was sweating inside my polyester sack.

Jenks was probably checking my back, so I dropped into an alley to change. Setting the fish down, I let my head thump back into the cool wall of the building. I'd done it. Rent was made for yet another month. Reaching up, I yanked the disguise amulet from around my neck. Immediately I felt better, as the illusion of a dark-completed, brown-haired, big-nosed woman vanished, revealing my frizzy, shoulder-length red hair and pale skin. I glanced at my scraped palms, rubbing them together gingerly.

I could have brought a pain amulet, but I had wanted as few charms as possible on me in case I was caught and my "intent to steal" turned into "intent to steal and do bodily harm.

I was a runner; I knew the law. While people passed at the head of the alley, I stripped off the damp coveralls and stuffed it into the Dumpster.

It was a vast improvement, and I bent to unroll the hem of my leather pants down over my black boots. Straightening, I eyed the new scrape mark in my pants, twisting to see all the damage. Ivy's leather conditioner would help, but pavement and leather didn't mesh well. Better the pants scraped than me, though, which was why I wore them. The September air felt good in the shade as I tucked in my black halter top and picked up the canister. Feeling more myself, I stepped into the sun, dropping my cap on a passing kid's head.

He looked at it, then smiled, giving me a shy wave as his mother bent to ask him where he had gotten it. At peace with the world, I walked down the sidewalk, boot heels clunking as I fluffed my hair and headed for Fountain Square and my ride. I had left my shades there this morning, and if I was lucky, they'd still be there. God help me, but I liked being independent. It had been nearly three months since I had snapped under the crap assignments my old boss at Inderland Security had been giving me.

Feeling used and grossly unappreciated, I had broken the unwritten rule and quit the I. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and surviving the subsequent death threat when I couldn't pay the bribe to break my contract had been an eye opener. I wouldn't have made it if not for Ivy and Jenks. They keen in their hunger and bloodlust. They come for him. The marshal shoots, and shoots, and shoots, but they're coming faster than he can kill them.

And he's running out of bullets When he has one bullet left, they're almost upon him-- And we cut to "Day One.

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He's got his prisoner in tow, and the train is rolling up to their stop, where they will get off to take the road to Affliction. The reader knows that the events of Day Three are in the future. You know it's coming. But you don't know how Josiah will get there, and you don't know how, and whether, he will get himself out.

But unlike a normal novel--these questions are not already answered for you. YOU make the choices that lead Josiah to that scene. YOU choose the road he takes to get there. And YOU set up the circumstances which will either save him, or doom him. You have the chance to make choices like this for all the characters. They have personality and dimension of their own--you don't create them from scratch. But you shape them. You can tilt them toward good, or toward evil. You can tilt them toward cooperation, or toward strife.

As these characters enter the town of Affliction, they will be faced with challenges more terrible than they have ever seen before. Beyond the vampires which would feast upon their living flesh, there are worse monsters lurking in the dark which would feast upon their living souls, and beyond those--they must face the darkness inside themselves, and inside each other.

At the end, will they defeat Tezoca, the Bled One? Will they purge the vampires of Affliction? More importantly, will they purge the darkness inside themselves? Or will they succumb, joining the ranks of the damned?

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