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Andrew woke beneath the noisy Grand Central Parkway, and for the first time in weeks, he’d napped lightly and without nightmares. After a long stretch, the 74th Street sign appeared, and a traffic marker on its pole revealed them in Queens. Radek turned on Hazen Street, where he and Samil quickly took out their wallets. There was no passing through the booth ahead without stopping, and the man behind its barred glass wasn’t there to exact a toll. Armed and wearing a uniform, his smooth jaw tensed…-
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Andrew celebrated his first month in New York with a jumbo cupcake, after Samil arrived at lunch to remind him that it was Friday. The portly young man stunk of Aramis, and his ears were spotless—ears were something Andrew sought on men since he loved having his ears touched and kissed when making out. Aftershocks of what brought him to this city blunted his sexual desires, and he hadn’t fully mourned that loss, thanks to meeting Sam. The cute chub didn’t arouse him, but his energetic…-
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The late morning sun burned away last night’s rain, turning the streets into a sauna. Despite the sticky air, both wore dungarees and white cotton shirts. Samil’s masculine visage and airy voice blended like sugar and water, and his thin goatee turned black in the shade of an occasional awning. “When did you get to NYC?” “The day before you hired me,” said Andrew. “Where you living?” “I got a room at St. Marks,” he noted his concern. “What?” “I heard that place…-
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Another two days passed before Andrew willed himself out of bed. He needed a haircut but would wait for the golden waves feathering his ears to take over his neck before finding some scissors. He pulled on his audition attire, a white button-down shirt with short sleeves and black dockers. Violin case in hand, he stepped out of the room, determined to do something that didn’t involve closing his eyes and forgetting the world outside. The subway car proved a cool respite from the heat. Across…-
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The term historic hotel in the year of our lord Nineteen Ninety-Three clearly meant cracked paint and a spartan collection of Salvation Army furnishings. A twin mattress with a matching boxspring sat on a slightly larger wood frame, its sheets clean enough until he noticed stains on the pillowcases. The only window hid behind thick, dark blue panel curtains with an AC unit stuffed into its narrow bottom pocket. Someone had broken a portion of the unit’s hard plastic knob and jammed a pencil into its…-
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It’s hard waking up when you’re hurt. Birds rattled over the whirl of passing cars, and the air stank of tilled corn and car exhaust. Cold grass tickled his bare feet, and while socks and clean underwear would make the moment tolerable, acquiring them meant popping open the Rabbit’s hatch. Andrew swallowed hard and willed his stomach to settle. Eyes trained on the trees, he opened the driver’s side door and let his memory find the steering wheel. Just a hand away was the hatchback…-
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the writer. Lost Along the Way copyright © 2012 Tina KolesnikZagubiony Po Drodze copyright © 2014 Tina KolesnikSonata 9 copyright © 2022 Tina Anderson Cover Arts by C. Monaco All rights reserved. Per the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this digital edition without permission from the author…-
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Chapter
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Skipio leads his scouts ahead of the legions until the roar of wind-swept trees overcomes the drum of infantry boots. Night marches are perilous without a torch or stars. It is lonely work, and anxiety consumes the hours. No one speaks, not even to their horse. A reedy marsh confronts their small procession, its insects and amphibians cavorting so wildly that they drown out the men’s thundering hearts. Somewhere within the swaying bobtails lies water, yet entering foreign wetlands invites death. Actus…-
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Haze blankets a sea that burns silver under the high sun. Shadows appear along the vanishing point, first five and then ten, until there are too many ships to count. Continental refugees decried the fleeing prince Mandubracius and his deal with the Roman wolves. Those fresh from the fight said continental warlord Dumnorix fought hard before his fall. They whispered of impending sabotage and a hidden armada—but alas, it’s now clear that Dumnorix, is as dead as his ships. “The wolves paddle across the…-
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Chapter
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Longhouses cover the white expanse while half-built ships stretch for miles along the shoreline. The majestic forest is gone, its slenderest remains fueling barracks stoves, its thickest trunks now backbones for Caesar’s flat-bottom boats. Roman victory kills more than those on the battlefield. Like locusts, the legions consume everything. They slaughter livestock and leave those natives unfit for enslavement to starve. One of them, Decurion Servius, marches through the snow, his furry boots crunching…-
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