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  The Winter Knight

  Jes Battis

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  Arthurian legends are reborn in this upbeat queer urban fantasy with a mystery at its heart
  		 
  The knights of the round table are alive in Vancouver, but when one winds up dead, it’s clear the familiar stories have taken a left turn. Hildie, a Valkyrie and the investigator assigned to the case, wants to find the killer — and maybe figure her life out while she’s at it. On her short list of suspects is Wayne, an autistic college student and the reincarnation of Sir Gawain, who these days is just trying to survive in a world that wasn’t made for him. After finding himself at the scene of the crime, Wayne is pulled deeper into his medieval family history while trying to navigate a new relationship with the dean’s charming assistant, Bert — who also happens to be a prime murder suspect. To figure out the truth, Wayne and Hildie have to connect with dangerous forces: fallen knights, tricky runesmiths, the Wyrd Sisters of Gastown. And a hungry beast that stalks Wayne’s dreams.
  		 
  The Winter Knight is a propulsive urban fairy tale and detective story with queer and trans heroes that asks what it means to be a myth, who gets to star in these tales, and ultimately, how we make our stories our own.

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  Kellen Montague's Skewed Values...

  Draeme Saekyr

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  In a world filled with couples, regardless of gender or species, there are always a few misfits that don't quite belong. In this story, there are at least five, if not more, significant misfits that finally create their own Niche, the Loner's Niche, where outgoing narcissists aren't welcomed. 
  The five individual stories that'll be intertwined are as follows. They begin with Kiernan Prawl, and he's an exciting person indeed. While he is entangled in a situation beyond his wildest expectations, Isaac is given a painful lesson in dealing with sisters that cross boundaries and lines he would no longer put up with. Anya discovers who her real friends are and gets a bonus gift for being accepted back into her clan. Kellen is forced to recognize bonds he's always been aware of but ignored through sheer stubbornness. 

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  Death Bringers

  LARS

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  DEATH COMES FOR US ALL 
  After his death, Fen woke up in a strange place without any memory of himself or the events that led to his death. This new place was unlike anything he’d seen on Earth, but that wasn’t his biggest problem. Fen’s biggest problem was the sword at his neck and the big man asking him to tell the truth. 
  But telling the truth seemed wrong, out of place. Lying seemed like the easiest and fastest way to keep his head. So he lied. 
  This small but consequential action sent him on a path in search of the truth. The outcome was simple: If he could prove his innocence, he’d get to live, but if he lied, he’d die for good. 
  This small but consequential action sent him on a path in search of the truth. The outcome was simple: If he could prove his innocence, he’d get to live, but if he lied, he’d die for good.

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  The Grand Conspiracy

  J.N. Chaney, Terry Mixon

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  Keep your friends close. 
  After successfully striking back at the alien invaders, Commodore Jack Romanoff and his crew have liberated the cluster capital at Argent. For the first time, it seems like they might be getting their feet back underneath them. 
  Keep your enemies closer. 
  When the secretive Poseidon Group—the people behind the conspiracy that threatened the very security of the Confederation—attacks, Jack and his allies must stand back to back against the traitors. Can they unmask the traitors before a knife in the dark leaves them defenseless? 
  Trust no one.

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  Distress Signal

  Ross Rocklynne

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  Distress Signal by Ross Rocklynne - Marooned! On the cold satellite of a dying sun, light-years away from home.... For Rex there was only one escape. But Carl called it murder! 
  The years passed relentlessly, ticked off—one, two three, four—by the big lone planet Worta as it moved with ponderous sureness around the dying red star. Sometimes, in the first year after they were marooned, the two runaway boys, Carl Wyant and Rex Oberling, crawled from the grottoes, chambers and labyrinthine tunnels which the Wortans had driven deep beneath the planet's crust, and with a chill lonesomeness looked out into the vastness of space where the stars brooded. One of those stars, thirty-five light-years away, was Sol, around which swung the planet Earth! They could not think of Earth without a brightness coming to their eyes. 
  Sometimes the younger boy, then seventeen, would whisper, "I wish we'd never left home, Carl." 
  And Carl would say, "But we left. So let's take our medicine like men." 
  Yes, their leaving home, leaving their parents, their friends, their whole world, could not be changed. Yet it seemed to them that their punishment was out of all proportion to their crime. Thinking back on it, Carl Wyant no longer remembered the petty grievance against his parents which made him decide to run away. 
  Mainly, of course, it had been because his father dropped his keys to the interstellar space-ship he had recently requisitioned from the Space Council. Both Carl and his buddy, Rex, the young fellow who lived next door and belonged to the same Scout Troop, had been caught up with the idea of visiting the stars, without parental supervision. To visit the stars! That was a thrilling thought. 
  At first they planned to be gone a month.

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  Arnolds' Letter - A Short Horror...

  Michael van der Voort

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  Dear Mother,I should begin by saying that I’m sorry.I know that Marie’s death hit you hard in the days after the funeral. All you needed in the world was the shoulder of your son to cry upon. I know I wasn’t there. I know that I should have been, and for that I am truly sorry.Moreso, however, I am sorry for the circumstances that led to my absence, the reason I couldn’t be there and the reason I can never let you weep for your child on any shoulder of mine.I know that when you read these words you will most likely throw down this letter in disgust, disregarding the rest of its message and so, I will tell you now. Throw it down. Walk away in tears, vow to disown me and erase all memory that I ever was your child, but please, do not destroy this letter.In the days, weeks, months, or years to come when the sting has faded a little, the wound at least partially healed, you can come back to this letter and read what remains after the hurt.It is my story, my confession and my reasons. First however I need to tell you.I killed Marie...

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