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Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 2: The Calm Before
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 2: The Calm Before
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 2: The Calm Before
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Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 2: The Calm Before

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Volume 2 of Mill Avenue Vexations – The story continues into the next three chapters with the disappearance of one of the kids who performed the ritual at ASU. Vex visits a gypsy, Madame Summer, for advise about a particular magickal item she found at the site. Fear runs high when further strangeness stalks the remaining ritual performers and Vex attempts to find them before something evil does.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKyt Dotson
Release dateApr 21, 2010
ISBN9781452383743
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 2: The Calm Before
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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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    Mill Avenue Vexations

    Volume Two: The Calm Before

    Kyt Dotson

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    CHAPTER FOUR: THE CALM BEFORE

    Small knots of people walked down the sidewalks of Mill Avenue in the fading light of dusk. The sun had vanished behind the buildings, the cerulean blue of the sky gave way to a soft grey-blue hue, and the clouds painted across it tinted rosy like pink cotton tatters. Even with the dimming sunlight, the giant A on A Mountain still gleamed bright yellow. The street lamps hadn’t come on yet—it was only twilight.

    The passersby ignored the sights beyond the storefronts and cars driving past on the roads. They chattered amongst themselves, oblivious to their own worlds. Some stopped in front of windows to examine storefront collages; some visited them to buy clothing, books, or drinks. None paid heed to the sky as it changed, none but a select sensitive few. Their clear eyes glanced skyward, drawn by a sudden sense of foreboding. A small group of street rats, spanging near Cold Stone Creamery, paused in their conversation to watch the sky.

    Further down Mill, next to a white gazebo in an enclave from the street, a man who called himself Richard was doing a tarot reading. He had laid out his reading cloth with the most astute care, few wrinkles were visible on its surface. It aligned exactly with the lines-of-ley that passed through this place. He could not see them, nor had he known any evidence to their existence, but he knew that they were there, nonetheless. The cards sat in a neatly squared pile in the corner to his right. He was doing a reading for the city.

    A reading for Tempe.

    Music and laughing voices filtered down the concrete stairs nearby from a bar upstairs. The soft sounds of voices echoed from the entrance to the Graffiti Shop behind him. Though the air was still, the trees that grew in the alcove

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