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- An ex loomed over him. It had been a heavyset man with a goatee, dressed in a filthy tee and wool cap. “Your lucky day, dragon man,” growled the corpse, “ ’cause I actually hate this ****ing thing more’n I hate you.”
- St. George nodded. “We need to hold it,” he said. “Stealth needs a clear shot at its chest.”
- The ex nodded and hurled itself onto the demon’s back. Over a hundred dead people clung to the monster, burying it beneath their bodies. They shifted to expose its bony chest.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 566
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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