Peasy speaking through an Ex

The dead thing brushed itself off with slow, deliberate motions. Then it stood up from the cot and bowed with a grin. “I come bearing a message,” croaked the ex, “from my chief, the Boss of Los Angeles.”

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 215
Peter Clines
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