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  Depths of Ambition - A LitRPG...

  Christopher Rowley

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  The sudden noise just off in the distance caught my attention immediately. 
  Within seconds, my adrenaline was pumping and my legs were moving in the direction of the sound that shouldn’t be there. 
  After all, I knew this house better than just about any other place in Volantis. This was the house that I was raised in, that I’d shared with only my mother for over twenty years of my life. 
  I knew every creak and groan the old wooden structure could possibly make, having learned the hard way when I tried to move around without notice. For example, I knew that the fourth stair on the staircase that led to the bedrooms groaned when weight was put on it. I’d forgotten about it one time when I stayed out just a little too late with my friends and tried to sneak home. My mother busted me, and I never forgot about that single noisy stair, knowing to avoid it if I didn’t want to get caught again. 
  How simple my problems used to be. 
  The noise that caught my attention wasn’t from inside the house but outside. Something that sounded vaguely like metal on metal. I was determined to meet it with a little metal of my own, drawing my swords as I barreled out the door to our backyard, expecting to find the only person in Aspatria that truly wanted me dead.

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  The Ghouls Of Calle Goya - When...

  Owen Jones

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  Londoner Frank marries Joy, a beautiful young Thai, who works in town. She has always dreamed of going to the Costa del Sol, so they head to an apartment in Fuengirola loaned by Frank’s boss for their dream honeymoon. 
  Things start to go wrong when Joy fears that the apartment is haunted. Fear leads to depression and deepens into terror. Frank has no idea what to do, except take her back to her family in Thailand, but that brings its own misfortune. 
  Life finally looks brighter because of the intervention of a secret Scandinavian society. 
  This is the story of how Evil can result from good intentions. It is a fantasy, but based on true events.

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  Zombies and Papercuts

  Ima Ghoul

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  Would you believe it I am thirty-three and have never been pashed? Let me introduce myself, my name is Alara and I am a librarian in a small country town in South Australia and a local nobody. As my luck would have it, doom coincides with my birthday and the party guests happen to be zombies. 
  But I am an eternal optimist. Will today be the day I finally share my first kiss? Armed only with my wit and books let's hope I don't get a papercut. They hurt more than a zombie bite.

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  The Shadow Kingdom

  Robert E. Howard

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  Step into the dark and thrilling world of The Shadow Kingdom by Robert E. Howard, the legendary creator of Conan the Barbarian. This classic fantasy novella introduces King Kull of Atlantis, a warrior-king ruling the ancient kingdom of Valusia. When sinister serpent-men infiltrate his court, Kull must rely on his strength, cunning, and his fierce ally Brule the Spear-Slayer to unmask treachery and battle an ancient evil. Filled with sword-and-sorcery action, political intrigue, and eerie supernatural menace, The Shadow Kingdom is a cornerstone of pulp fantasy that laid the foundation for the heroic fantasy genre. Perfect for fans of epic battles, dark conspiracies, and timeless adventure.

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  Mr Meek—Musketeer - A Heroic...

  Clifford D. Simak

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  Mr. Meek—Musketeer by Clifford D. Simak - Adventure flamed in Mr. Meek's timorous heart, the surge of battle and singing blades. And so, with a rocket-ship for his steed and a ray-gun for his sword, he sallied forth ... carrying cavalier justice to the resentful shining stars. 
  Now that he'd done it, Oliver Meek found the thing he'd done hard to explain. 
  Under the calm, inquiring eyes of Mr. Richard Belmont, president of Lunar Exports, Inc., he stammered a little before he could get started. 
  "For years," he finally said, "I've been planning a trip...." 
  "But, Oliver," said Belmont, "we would give you a leave of absence. You'll be back. There's no reason to resign." 
  Oliver Meek shuffled his feet and looked uncomfortable, a little guilty. 
  "Maybe I won't be back," he declared. "You see, it isn't just an ordinary trip. It may take a long, long time. Something might happen. I'm going out to see the Solar System." 
  Belmont laughed lightly, reared back in his chair, matching fingertips. "Oh, yes. One of the tours. Nothing dangerous about them. Nothing at all. You needn't worry about that. I went on one a couple of years ago. Mighty interesting...." 
  "Not one of the tours," interrupted Meek. "Not for me. I have a ship of my own." 
  Belmont thumped forward in his chair, looking almost startled. 
  "A ship of your own!" 
  "Yes, sir," Oliver admitted, squirming uncomfortably. "Over thirty years I've saved for it ... for it and the other things I'll need. It sort of got to be ... well, an obsession, you might say." 
  "I see," said Belmont. "You planned it." 
  "Yes, sir, I planned it." 
  Which was a masterpiece of understatement.

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  Fall Out - Fall out of part 1

  Rachel Lawson

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  revised edition 
  "There you are Doctor, we were looking everywhere for you. We have another job for you," an orderly said. 
  "For heaven's sake don't beat around the bush!" Grumbled the Doctor. 
  "Another freshy for you!" said the orderly. 
  "Please refrain from referring to them as freshies call them a dead person!" hissed the doctor. 
  "Ok another dead person!" said the orderly. 
  "Take me to them," the doctor demanded. 
  "Doctor Death has come to do his job," announced the orderly to the nervous nurse inside the room with the body. 
  "I'm a coroner, not Doctor Death," said the Doctor entering the room. 
  "So sorry!" a reaper said walking out of the room. The doctor ran to the bedside of the dead person. 
  "Oh my god no," the doctor said weeping tears of blue electric fire which crystalized betraying his inhumanity to his colleagues. 
  "Blue Midnight is Doctor Death!" cried the orderly. 
  "Really, Sherlock how didn't you know!" said Blake crying, 
  "I was called here by my son because my wife was critical!" 
  "I just told him about his wife's death! Hey! That's your job telling people their relatives are dead!" the orderly moaned. 
  "I'll do you the same favor one day!" snarled Blake.

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