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    In The Beginning...: The Galilee Falls Trilogy
    In The Beginning...: The Galilee Falls Trilogy
    In The Beginning...: The Galilee Falls Trilogy
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    In The Beginning...: The Galilee Falls Trilogy

    By Jennifer Harlow

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    Welcome to Galilee Falls, the city with the highest concentration of superheroes and villains in the world...

    This short includes:

    "Origins" a new short story
    "The Injustice of Superpowers" an Op-Ed Piece by Det. Joanna Fallon
    "The Trial of Author Jennifer Harlow"
    The first chapter of GALILEE RISING, Book Two of The Galilee Falls Trilogy out now

    Plus more...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDevil On The Left Books
    Release dateMay 13, 2014
    ISBN9781498913300
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      In The Beginning... - Jennifer Harlow

      In the Beginning…

      A Galilee Falls Short

      Chronicled by Jennifer Harlow

      Copyright

      Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Dowis

      All Rights Reserved

      First Edition

      The characters and events in this book are fictitious.

      Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express written permission of the author.

      If you did not purchase this book, please return it and purchase one of your own. Respect the hard work of the author.

      Origins

      We met on his bridge the night I almost killed myself.

      I was twelve, he was thirteen. Young, I know, to contemplate offing myself, but I was always precocious. Uttered my first curse word at three. Got drunk at ten. Lost my virginity at fourteen. Born a rebel, or that’s at least what my Pop always told me. He even complimented me on it the night before he was shot on his taxi route. The last compliment I ever received from him. One week after that conversation, I found myself contemplating suicide on Pendergast Bridge. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

      To this day, I’m not a hundred percent sure I would have jumped. My recollection of the week before was something of a haze, just bits and horrific pieces. I vividly recalled the knock on our apartment door at three in the morning, and the police officers standing on the other side. Then me and Uncle Ray in the dark funeral parlor selecting a casket and flowers because Mom was too deep into a bottle to even climb out of bed. She never left that deep end until the day she died. I remembered trying to open the closed casket before Dom, Pop’s dispatcher, grabbed my hand. Thank God he did. The thief shot my father in the face for his cash box. About ten years later, I’d finally see that effect. I threw up on the spot.

      The next memory of that week was from the day after. Mom was passed out on the couch while I hid in my room, sitting on my bed and staring at my Justice poster, the superhero gliding through the air in his dark blue uniform with the scales of Justice word proudly on his chest. The my attention turned to the fucking Justice action figure Pop bought me for Christmas. His shitty merchandise littered almost every inch of my room. A rug. A pendant. Even his plush, the only stuffed creature I ever owned. God, how I worshiped that man. Had ever since I watched wide eyed and mouth agape as he took down Dr. Phantom and his legion of cyborgs on live TV. Every press clipping from every newspaper and magazine I could get my little hands on filled

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