Articles by James Lomond


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The Devil’s Protégé

The Master scanned the destruction with a sonic probe. “Most effective,” he said, “and exactly on time.” The statue of Po’Atha, God of Peace, stood strangely untouched amid the charred remains of the monastery. The building had been ten stories high – a latticework of yellow glass. Now it was a pile of blackened rubble….

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Tales From the Red Planet: A Red Wolf

Isslar rasped air in and out as he hurriedly closed the pod door and turned on its engines. Moments later he was speeding through the half empty canals of Mars’s grandest capital, crumbling buildings and empty hatcheries flashing past. His claws were trembling. Every now and then he would glance back at the greasy, blood-stained…

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