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NIGHT'S KNIGHTS by Emerian Rich

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Vampires on a quest for knowledge attempt to create the perfect offspring, but from the shadows an even more demonic evil threatens their immortality. Markham is a simple Irish immigrant striving for ...

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Just found (via Google blog search, which I have fed into my feed reader) a nice review of the podcast version of City of Masks on Livejournal. The reviewer initially wasn't sold on my reading, until s/he (I think she) realized that I was "doing the voices" of the characters.

I don't have (and don't intend to get) a Livejournal account in order to comment directly on the post, but thanks, krazysidhe, for your kind words. I'm complimented that you thought of doing fanfiction, though I'm also gl...

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Obviously, The Y People has been unofficially on hiatus for a while. But I'm now admitting it.

There are unlikely to be more updates until November because of looming exams. December to February may be a bit patchy depending how demanding my summer semester study is (probably fairly demanding).

After February, though, I'm hoping things will pick up. Bear in mind that The Y People is an amusement for me and I have a lot of other things going on in my life, some of which are harder to justify she...

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Greetings, Faithful Readers. As you may have guessed, I've been busy with other things lately - university assignment, conference talk, that sort of thing - and haven't updated The Y People as a consequence. I hope to do so soon.

I thought I'd say hi, though, and offer you the opportunity to interact. I'm very happy to receive comments on any post in The Y People - I know some of my fellow Goodreads authors are following, and your questions or critiques are very welcome.

On this post, though, I...

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Kevin was tying the sleeves of his coat to the door. He let out a hiss, then said, "The guard's coming. We've got about 30 seconds."

Jane produced her own lockpick and had their door open in the first of those seconds. The three girls spilled out, Karen unwillingly – Marie had her by the elbow. I think she was still a bit fuzzy from the drugs.

"Kevin, get out here," said Jane. "Can you lift that machine? I want to take it with us."

Kevin started over towards the machine, which was the size of

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"Jane, this was a terrible idea," I said.

"Shut it, kid," said the large man with the automatic rifle. "Just walk slowly and quietly towards the hill."

Turns out that in the middle of a field, none of our powers were actually very useful, tinfoil hats or not. No doors for Marie to open. Kevin didn't know the guard, so he didn't sense him coming. No technology for Jane to tinker with, and standing in the middle of an open field with a tinfoil hat on makes you noticeable, even if you're me.

The hill

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"Well, speaking for myself," said Marie, "I'm going to start by having a shower. You can suit yourselves, of course, but it's going to be a lot fresher around here if you do the same."

Jane looked confused. "It's the middle of the afternoon," she said.

"Not here," I said. "We're somewhere in North America."

"We think," said Kevin.

"We've just had breakfast," added Marie.

She opened some doors, and there were showers. Meanwhile, Jane went off exploring.

When we emerged, clean, she was excited, in a Bri

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Jane wasn't making an empty boast about her skill, I discovered. On the outside, the van looked extremely ordinary (and the dust of the unsealed road was no doubt progressively adding to that impression), but it practically drove itself. On this country road, it should have been like driving a hippopotamus on roller skates, but it flowed smoothly and easily around the curves, clinging to the road like a scared kid to his teddy bear.

Even when Kevin shrieked in my ear and I jerked the wheel, it ge

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"Well, speaking for myself," said Marie, "I'm going to start by having a shower. You can suit yourselves, of course, but it's going to be a lot fresher around here if you do the same."

Jane looked confused. "It's the middle of the afternoon," she said.

"Not here," I said. "We're somewhere in North America."

"We think," said Kevin.

"We've just had breakfast," added Marie.

She opened some doors, and there were showers. Meanwhile, Jane went off exploring.

When we emerged, clean, she was excited, in a Bri

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After dinner, the cupboard contained a sink, some washing-up liquid, a scrubber and a cloth. Apparently we didn't need a dishwasher.

The water and power were both off in the abandoned building, of course (though not wherever the cupboard led to). So when it started to get dark, not long after the washing up, even though it was the middle of the day for us Marie wanted to go to sleep. We were apparently in approximately her timezone. We might even be in Toronto, for all we knew.

She got her own air

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