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“The pair left Jenny’s room and went into the kitchen where they found Patrick, who was standing by the breakfast bar and staring out of the window. “Anything?” Sam asked. “Has this been happening the whole time you’ve lived in this flat?” Patrick replied. Jenny shook her head. “No, only in the last year or so. It has become progressively worse, though, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.”
― Emma Clapperton, The Dead Whisper

“Moving satellites, the term for testing and tracking the source, or sources, of originating signals, was rarely done. However, there didn’t seem to be a choice in this case. They could not figure out with whom Gaines was talking, and even more problematic was his method of communication. Jaeger jumped rope while waiting for the results. He knew the NSA had some exposure during the maneuvers, namely the loss of surveillance, but it would just be a few minutes of darkness. Then they’d have an answer. In a solar-powered bunker located on the same Taos property where he’d met Gale, Booker sucked down a yerba mate power smoothie filled with one of his special blend of herbs. He needed to stay up all night, and this would do it. Two aides assisted him in handling the fast-breaking situations.”
― Brandt Legg, Cosega Shift

“They have an almost infinite capacity for calculations and data manipulation. That would obviously be disastrous since the next natural step will be for them to use the AOI weapons for their own aims . He looked out to the street. The war had eliminated normal activity. Seattle’s densely populated suburbs had been hit with two Sonic-bombs . However, it’s possible that Deuce Lipton has finally gotten off the fence. He may well have”
― Brandt Legg, The List Keepers

“Henry gripped the axe handle and wiggled it free. The monster dropped to the ground and roared. Gathering his last vestiges of strength, Henry swung the axe at the sound. The monster grabbed Henry's arm that held the weapon and twisted. A loud crack of bone accompanied Henry's pain-filled scream. The axe slipped to the floor. Henry faced the monster and stared into its evil, soulless eyes. The fiend's jaws opened. Its tongue slid across sharp teeth. Though he dreaded”
― Ben Hammott, Ice Rift