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The Mad Monk of Geylang Part 5
Successful magic, as with all things, follows the KISS principle: Keep it Simple, Stupid. Forget complicated rituals, rare ingredients, hours-long chants and lengthy evocations of gods and spirits. Once you understand the principles of magic, complexity is a curse. I don’t usually dabble much with rituals myself. But a case like this requires extra…
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The Mad Monk of Geylang Part 4
Over the phone, Diana spends the next hour explaining her situation. Shortly after leaving her home, Somchai’s followers began bombarding her. They filled her inbox with messages, some honeyed, some vitriolic, calling her to return and receive the monk’s forgiveness, else she be damned for uncountable lifetimes. The senior members kept calling her, either telling…
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The Mad Monk of Geylang Part 3
I free my Benchmade from my pants and pop the blade open. ‘Leonhard, Lupin, what’s going on?’ I ask. The wolf materializes before me. ‘Intruders!’ A full-throated leonine roar fills my head. I burst out the bathroom, knife by my hip, and hit the lights. A wind chime lay by the window next to my…
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The Mad Monk of Geylang Part 2
‘You dare defy us?!’ the naga roars. I stride over to it and clear my throat. “Naga, your work is done here,” I say out loud. “You have delivered your message and you have fulfilled your duty. I bid you now to return to your home in peace.” The naga laughs, its sibilant voice filling…
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A Blade for Monsters Part 10
“You look worse every time I see you,” de Avaram remarked. Beringer could not disagree. His face was a mess, his broken finger splinted. Even now there was still a slight buzzing in his ears. Beringer rubbed his tired eyes and said, “It is done.” “You found the target?” “He’s done.” “Done?” Behind his table…
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A Blade for Monsters Part 9
The place used to be a boiler room. Ancient machinery rusted away along the walls, leaving a central space. In a far corner, obscured by a collection of pipes, a group of naked women whimpered. In between him and them was Simon. “Sure took your time, eh?” Simon said. “Let the women go,” Beringer said.…