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The Legend of Sleepy Phoenix
The Legend of Sleepy Phoenix
The Legend of Sleepy Phoenix
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Cabbies are being tormented by a menacing figure on a motorcycle, when he runs one of Vex's friends off the road she puts herself on the case, and in true form, into harms way. See Vex Harrow in this vivacious rendering of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow updated for modern times, and Arizona nights.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKyt Dotson
Release dateOct 10, 2010
ISBN9781458153814
The Legend of Sleepy Phoenix
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Kyt Dotson

I’ve always disliked introductions—they make me uncomfortable. I’m used to listening, smiling... These always involve too much talking. I could copy and paste something I already have, I’m sure, but I suppose that would be cheating anyone reading. And that wouldn’t be fun at all. Should it be posh or vulgar? Crystalline and perfect in reception or scrawled out with the grace of a child with crayons and chalk... I guess that both would fit equally well, but truthfully, I’d rather avoid the clever. So posh it is. So a metaphor came to me, let’s try an introduction like mixing a drink. All the elements are there: first a spirit—whiskey, rum; second something for substance—soda, juice; and finally perhaps flavor—ice, mint, cinnamon-snap. So the substance... I live in Michigan during the summer and Arizona during the winter, rather particularly like a snowbird, except that I don’t drive. And I don’t quite adhere to that schedule either, I just have friends split between those states and I work in Phoenix. I am Irish by heritage but demure by demeanor. I dress in black because of tradition. I expect to die of heart failure, unless my friends somehow find me immortality. So some flavor... My favorite author is Mary Woolstonecraft Shelley, further that I’ll oft’ refer to her as my adopted mother. I love reading, always have book on my desk, in my pocket, at hand, or simply tucked/tied/wrapped to my notebook and pen. I like Goth Industrial music and Harsh EBM, folk, rock, Celtic. VNV Nation, Covenant, Blutengel, In Strict Confidence, Qntal, and myriad manifold others. And finally the spirit... I am an author—and a glowing one at that; I also write poetry—but nothing worth mentioning. I like street corners and thunderstorms, small furry creatures and libraries, the sound of a thousand feet walking and the smell of morning after a long night. I’ll try not to wax poetic. I am a healer, ex-medic; now if only I could keep everyone from breaking themselves. Most importantly: I love people. Too clever, I suppose, but hopefully entertaining naetheless.

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    Jason Salter dared to check his rearview mirror again. The single bright-star of a motorcycle headlight still hung there. It had been there for the past half-hour while he wove the cab through the Foothills’ winding neighborhood roads. Every turn, every bend, it reappeared in the distance—seeming almost a quarter-mile off—and remained a steady companion.

    Old urban legends sprang to his mind in paranoid bursts, but he pushed them away. Ahwatukee wasn’t exactly gang central and wasn’t the end of civilization either. Rich subdivisions sprang up all around in carefully cultivated rows. To the north, South Mountain reared up into the star speckled midnight horizon like a torn piece of paper, and the red lights of the radio towers shimmered like fireworks suspended in the sky.

    In the mirror, the ominous headlight began to draw closer. Jason watched it nervously, blowing air out between pursed lips as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

    The radio squawked, jolting him. Gary doing dispatch. Jason depressed the send button. This is Sierra Alpha Three-Six-Nine, come back.

    "Salter, what’s your twenty? Over."

    Jason got himself into the hack business only four months earlier. Coming out of pizza delivery in metro Phoenix it seemed a step up, and it paid a bit better. On the old delivery job, the drivers kept in contact with cell phones, and the radio jargon wasn’t always easy to remember.

    Uuuh, what? Over.

    A long pause.

    "Where are you at? Over." Jason could almost make out the sigh before the radio clicked back in.

    I’m hanging-ten east on Chandler, then I’ll hop on I-10.

    "You’re way off station, Salter."

    Couldn’t be helped, he said, the dude I picked up at Sky Harbor changed his mind mid-drive.

    "I have a fare for you, Gary said, but he’s cooling his heels the other side of Tempe."

    I’m supposed to be off in twenty.

    "Did it really take you an entire hour and a half to drive that last fare

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