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Darkborn

Tue, 24 Nov 1992 01:47:26 +0200

It was an innocent high school game played by four young men--an attempt to raise a demon from a stolen book of black magic. But something does surface, immediately demanding a blood sacrifice--one of the boys. Almost 30 years later, it is alive . . . looking for those who unleashed it, to make them pay with their lives.

Child’s Play 2

Sat, 24 Nov 1990 01:47:27 +0300

Once there was a doll named Chucky who did naughty, wicked things. Like murder.
But Andy and his mother killed Chucky. Killed the madman whose deranged spirit possessed the doll. Killed him once and for all.
That’s what they think.

CHILD’S PLAY 2

Andy’s in a foster home now. His mother is undergoing psychiatric treatment. And Chucky . . . ?
The toy makers decided there was nothing wrong with the doll. So they rebuilt him. Now Andy has more reason than ever to fear for his life . . .
Chucky’s back—and he wants Andy’s soul.

Vacation

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:52:44 +0200

Child’s Play 3

Sun, 24 Nov 1991 01:47:26 +0200

Andy had a little doll,
Its heart was black as coal.
And everywhere that Andy went,
It tried to steal his soul.

It followed him to school one day.
It’s haunting Andy’s life.
It makes the children scream in fear
’Cause Chucky’s got a knife.

CHILD’S PLAY 3
NO MORE FUN AND GAMES.

EXILED Wizard of Tizare

Fri, 13 Nov 2015 14:52:25 +0200

EXILED: Wizard of Tizare

By Matthew J. Costello

Price: $4.99 (US)

Published: April , 2015

Imprint: Event Horizon EBooks/Event Horizon Publishing Group

Print History: Bantam Spectra January 1990

Description:

EXILED!

Counseled by an evil sorceror, King Talwe has allowed Ar to fall into a fatal decadence. He has exiled his faithful lieutenant Paralan, and banished his concubine who is bearing his child to the barbaric outpost of Pleir.

Now, years later, the young herdsman Falon sets out on a mysterious mission to the border city of Tizare, accompanied by a would-be wizard and half-wild child.

Their quest is all that stands between Ar and an eternal nightmare of tyranny.

Den of Thieves!

Falon slid next to the bandit. His precious cape was draped loosely over the thief’s shoulders. He swiped at the cape, catching it in his claws. Then he snatched up the bandit’s sword.

“Now!” he yelled at Caissir. The wizard skidded on some spilled wine, and Falon had to jerk him to his feet. The cape trailed behind him, a brilliant flag drawing the unwanted attention of whole tables of bandits. Some of them started stumbling to their feet.

“Move, Caissir! Get your fat mrem tail moving!”

Falon turned to look over his shoulder. A blade was flying at him, a long, heavy blade thrown with the deadly expertise of a practiced brigand. No more than an arm’s length away, and aimed perfectly at the center of his chest ...