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The Hercules Poirot of the 22nd century is here! Follow the adventures of Cy Barbados, a private investigator, as he solves mysterious murders in the floating mansions of the rich, in the darkest corners of a futuristic city - even on trains going across the land forever changed by a nuclear war!New chapters every Wednesday and Sunday!--Excerpt:"I'm sorry for- for stealing you like this for- for a moment," Jenkins stuttered; he reached into his pocket and presented a small vial; "I found this among doctor Kostopoulos's cosmetics!" he announced.Barbados took the vial from the butler's hand and studied it carefully. It was very simple, transparent with stains from dark oil; small, the size of a thumb, no more."Do you often go through your master's guest's personal belongings, Jenkins?" the detective asked.The butler turned pale; pure whiteness was slowly becoming more and more his natural colour."I- I just wanted to help...""And you helped indeed!" Barbados laughed and patted the butler on his shoulder; "It could be an essential clue and evidence in this case!""Really?" asked the butler, somewhat unsure, but proud of himself.No. Just a complication, the detective thought. "Of course!" he said. A lie, he thought. "I'm happy I could help, Mr Barbados.""Naturally. You're a good man, Jenkins. Now leave me for a moment, please. I need to study this new evidence in peace..."…

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a banshee's perspective on in a modern urban landscape…

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A red-haired girl, a werewolf alpha, a snarky talking cat, and a disillusioned priest. Everyone wants something from Red. But all she wants is to learn how she became a werewolf (and maybe where's the nearest taco stand). Still, in Varta, a futuristic, dystopian realm on a brink of collapse, nothing ever goes as planned. New chapters every Saturday!Cover by the amazing https://www.instagram.com/sharadaprincess/ !Warning: there may be some mild gore in the book because werewolves sometimes be killing folks, but nothing too gruesome!-------------Excerpt:Caro, the King of Rats, sat down on the ground, on the roof of the unfinished megablock, his palace, one of many, but this one toppling all others; and having sat down, he then lied down, on the cold, cement top of the roof."To answer your question, little sister... I think most of my Rats, when hungry, tend to just lie down and slowly die," said the carny; the carny who each time they met seemed less and less carefree."That I can do," Red sighed, and lied down next to him."Mind you," Caro replied, pointing his cane at the sky slowly getting darker and darker; "My Rats lie down and slowly die and then get up again. Simply dying is an easy, and pointless, thing.""Sure. I think I can do that too," Red tried to nod her head, but it felt frozen to the cold roof. "Just not right now."Caro tried to nod his head too, but it wouldn't budge. Neither his nor Red's bodies would move, merged with the rooftop. Only the arm holding the cane was still pointing at the sky, like a flagpole of a pretend-country, pretend-people, and pretend-life.…