Educational Literature
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birthright_rpgIt was seven o'clock by the time Julianna returned to her hotel suite, and by then she was starving and exhausted. She'd been caught in traffic coming back from Laughlin, so when she parked the rental she wanted nothing more than a quick nap and some dinner. She counted the floors as the elevator ascended to her level, then made her way to her door. The interior of her room was blissfully cool compared to the dying heat of the day, and she sighed as she locked the door behind her.
She took a fast shower, then put on a robe and collapsed on her bed to doze for an hour. Sleep claimed her, and this time she didn't dream. Considering the recent conversation with Holiday, that was a minor blessing.
When the Watcher woke up, she dialed room service and ordered a large dinner, complete with dessert. Next of Kin still resided in the plastic bag from the bookstore, and Julianna allowed herself to look at the author's narrow, angular face on the dustjacket's picture. She believed in demons, in demons and ghosts and vampires and all manner of things. Was this a genuine attempt to scare people, and if so would it frighten even her?
The room service cart arrived, and she sampled her dinner before making herself comfortable in an over-stuffed chair. The book was moderately heavy in her lap. And they'd cooked her steak the way she liked it, pinkish on the inside. Julianna picked up her gimlet and sipped at it, set the glass back down. She had to admit that she was at least intrigued, both with the subject matter and with the young man who'd written it. She'd give him bonus points if he managed to scare her.
Right, then. Next of Kin, starting from the beginning.
She took a fast shower, then put on a robe and collapsed on her bed to doze for an hour. Sleep claimed her, and this time she didn't dream. Considering the recent conversation with Holiday, that was a minor blessing.
When the Watcher woke up, she dialed room service and ordered a large dinner, complete with dessert. Next of Kin still resided in the plastic bag from the bookstore, and Julianna allowed herself to look at the author's narrow, angular face on the dustjacket's picture. She believed in demons, in demons and ghosts and vampires and all manner of things. Was this a genuine attempt to scare people, and if so would it frighten even her?
The room service cart arrived, and she sampled her dinner before making herself comfortable in an over-stuffed chair. The book was moderately heavy in her lap. And they'd cooked her steak the way she liked it, pinkish on the inside. Julianna picked up her gimlet and sipped at it, set the glass back down. She had to admit that she was at least intrigued, both with the subject matter and with the young man who'd written it. She'd give him bonus points if he managed to scare her.
Right, then. Next of Kin, starting from the beginning.