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Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 3: Incantations of Incarnation
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 3: Incantations of Incarnation
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 3: Incantations of Incarnation
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Volume 3 of Mill Avenue Vexations - Friday brings strange events to all of Tempe and Phoenix, but Vex is still hot on the trial of the remaining, surviving, ritual performers. However, she runs into some obstacles that she cannot surmount by herself.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKyt Dotson
Release dateMar 7, 2011
ISBN9781458117489
Mill Avenue Vexations Volume 3: Incantations of Incarnation
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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 3 - Kyt Dotson

    Mill Avenue Vexations

    Volume Three: Incantations of Incarnation

    Kyt Dotson

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    CHAPTER SEVEN: KEL THE BOSH

    Darlene stood in a hallway. It was an ordinary hallway. Like any she might see in an ASU class building—or a dorm.

    Except that this one went on forever. Door after door after door pocked the walls ad infinitam until the walls vanished into a distant darkness. All the doors had numbers. Darlene couldn’t read them. She only knew that they were ascending as she moved forward. She was walking towards the room she wanted.

    Somewhere someone was playing the violin. The minstrel chords lilted and twirled; teased from the strings by an expert hand.

    Darlene walked faster. She was getting closer. It was one of these doors.

    Ahead, a door was open. Wan yellowish light pooled out from beyond. That was it, that’s where she was headed.

    A face peeked out at her. Korey.

    Korey wait! Darlene wanted to shout, but he vanished into the room. Unsure why, Darlene broke into a run. She reached the door and entered the room—

    and emerged into another corridor. Another hallway. It was an ordinary hallway. Like any she might see in any hospital.

    Korey was ahead of her, much further ahead of her than she expected him to be. Bloody footprints glistened in the yellow light.

    Darlene was running. She had to help Korey…

    The hallway went on forever.

    The faster she ran the further away he seemed—

    When Darlene awoke Friday afternoon, after a very long and disturbed sleep, she discovered police cars flanking the front entrance of Hayden Dorm. Several RAs whom she recognized were hovering around like nervous mothers, and cops were strolling about with grim faces. Darlene was certain she also saw several ASU bigwigs moving among the assembled gawkers. Her curiosity soon abated when a uniformed cop blocked her from reaching the dorm and directed her to move elsewhere.

    Crime scene, ma’am, he said huskily.

    To all her questions he just shook his head. He did ask if she lived in Hayden and where she was that evening and seemed satisfied with both answers: no, and sleeping.

    If it could have been called

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