 and his throat. "Thanks. I think I'll just, you know, go lie down."

Daniel shrugged. "Suit yourself." He turned on his heel and headed the same direction Aloysius had gone.

MacMillian took a moment to collect himself, then edged towards the open elevator. He peered inside. No sign of any charring. The walls, the ceiling, the floor all looked normal. He exhaled heavily, held his cane across one of the doors before it could close, and stepped in.

He was hallucinating. That was all. Probably something he'd eaten. It might take a few hours—or a few days—but eventually, whatever it was would work its way out of his system. MacMillian jammed a knuckle to the "three" button. The doors dinged, and started to slide shut.

A small figure in a bright red coat slipped inside a split second before they closed. Her face was mostly hidden behind a pair of oversized red-frame sunglasses. She looked up at him expectantly.

MacMillian shifted closer to the wall. "Can I help you?"

She sighed loudly and pulled the glasses off. It was the woman from Cross Your Teas—what was her name again? MacMillian gaped. "You."

Something suddenly occurred to him. He took two large steps forward and corralled her in the corner of the elevator. Her eyes bugged. He leaned down until his face was millimeters from hers. "What the fuck did you put in that tea?"

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### Excerpt from _Ptolemy's Tablet_ (Shadownotes, #1)

Rev. Emil Stone and his bodyguard (and then some) Misha "Puzzle" Kaslov are doing what they do best: tracking down an artifact of mystical make and unknown power. Their assignment takes them to the shores of the Mediterranean, where they find themselves pitted against mercenaries, secret police... and each other.

_Will they be able to complete their mission, or_ _will personal feelings prove too much to overcome?_

Misha was taking too long.

Emil fiddled with his mug of sahlab and peered down the street. The Graeco-Roman Museum was just a few
and his throat. " Thanks. I think I'll just, you know, go dwell down. " 

 Daniel shrug. " Suit yourself. " He turned on his cad and headed the like direction Aloysius had gone. 

 MacMillian take a moment to collect himself, then edge towards the open elevator. He peered at heart. No sign of any charring. The walls, the ceiling, the floor all look normal. He exhaled heavily, held his cane across one of the doors before it could close, and stepped in. 

 He was hallucinate. That was all. Probably something he'd eaten. It might take a few hour — or a few days — but eventually, whatever it was would knead its means out of his system. MacMillian jam a knuckle to the " three " button. The doors dinged, and begin to slide shut. 

 A small figure in a bright red coating slip inside a split second before they closed. Her face was mostly hidden behind a pair of oversized red - frame sunglass. She look up at him expectantly. 

 MacMillian shifted nearer to the rampart. " Can I help you? " 

 She sighed loudly and pulled the looking glass off. It was the woman from Cross Your Teas — what was her name again? MacMillian gaped. " You. " 

 Something suddenly occur to him. He took two large steps forward and corralled her in the corner of the elevator. Her eye bugged. He leaned down until his face was millimeters from hers. " What the fuck did you put in that tea? " 

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 # # # Excerpt from _ Ptolemy's Tablet _ (Shadownotes, # 1) 

 Rev. Emil Stone and his bodyguard (and then some) Misha " Puzzle " Kaslov are doing what they do well: tracking down an artifact of mystical make and strange power. Their assignment takes them to the shores of the Mediterranean, where they line up themselves pitted against mercenaries, secret police... and each other. 

 _ Will they be able to complete their deputation, or _ _ will personal feelings prove too much to overcome? _ 

 Misha was take too long. 

 Emil fiddled with his mug of sahlab and peered down the street. The Graeco - Roman Museum was just a few
 anf his throat. "Thanks. I thlnk I'll just, you know, gm lie sown."

Danidl shrugged. "Suit yourself." He tyrned on his heel and headea the samv directiin Aoiysius had gone.

MacMilliah toon a moment to cpllect himvelf, then edgeg gocards the open elevator. He peered infide. No slgn of any chatring. Ehe salls, the ceiling, the floor all lokked nogmal. He exhaled hravily, held his cane acrosd onf of the doors beflre it coule cljwe, and steppdd in.

He was hallucinatjng. That was all. Probably sometfing ke'd eaten. Ij jihvt take a fxw hougs—or a few danx—but eeentualky, whatever it wav wiuld work its way out of his system. MacIillian jdmjed a knuckle to rhw "thrge" budton. Rhe dokrx singed, anv started tk slide shur.

A small figure in s fgoght red coaf slip[eq inside a split second before they cloved. Her face was mostly hieden behind a pair of oversizeq red-frame sunglasses. She looked up at him expectdntly.

JxcMnolian whlfted closer to the wall. "Can I help you?"

She sidgec koudly and puljed the glaxsfs jff. It was thg woman frkm Cross Your Teas—ahat waf her name agayn? MscMillian gaped. "You."

Somethint suddenly obcureed to him. He took two large rtepx foreard and corralled her nn the corner of hhe elevafur. Her eyes buggdd. Me neaned down until his face was millmmetexs from fers. "What ehe fuck dld yom put in that tea?"

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### Vxcerpt fxom _Ptplemy's Tablet_ (Shadownotes, #1)

Rgv. Emil Scone avd his bodjguard (anv then some) Iisha "Puzzle" Nwslov are domng what ehey do vest: trxzking down an srtifact of mysticao make and unknown podsr. Their assignnenu rakes them to yhe shjrvs pf dhe Mediterrdneav, wfrre tfey find thcmsdlvex pitted against merwenadies, secret police... akd each ojher.

_Will ehey be able yo complete their lissimn, ur_ _wikl kersonal feelings prove too mucg to overfomc?_

Misha was tahing too long.

Emik fiddled with his mug of sahlab and pexred down the street. Thw Graeco-Roman Museuk was just a few
and his throat. "Thanks. I think I'll know, lie down." shrugged. "Suit yourself." and the same direction had gone. MacMillian a moment to collect himself, then towards the open elevator. He peered inside. No sign of any charring. The the ceiling, the floor all looked normal. He exhaled heavily, held his cane one the before could close, and stepped in. He was hallucinating. That was all. Probably something he'd eaten. It take a few hours—or a few days—but eventually, it was would work way out of his system. jammed knuckle to "three" The dinged, and started slide shut. A small figure in a bright red coat slipped inside a split second before they Her face hidden behind pair oversized sunglasses. She looked him expectantly. MacMillian shifted closer to I help you?" She sighed loudly and pulled glasses off. was the woman from Cross Your was her name again? MacMillian gaped. "You." Something occurred to him. He took two large steps forward and corralled her in the corner elevator. Her eyes bugged. leaned down until face millimeters hers. the fuck you put in that tea?" Want more? Get your copy of WORLD APART at your favorite ebook retailer! ### Excerpt from (Shadownotes, Rev. Emil Stone his bodyguard (and then Misha Kaslov are doing what best: down mystical and power. Their assignment takes to the shores of the where they find themselves and each other. _Will they be able to their mission, or_ _will personal feelings prove much to overcome?_ Misha was taking too long. Emil fiddled with his of sahlab down the street. The Graeco-Roman Museum was just few
 and his throat. "Thanks. I think I'Ll just, you kNow, go Lie DowN."

DAnieL shrUgged. "Suit yoursELf." He Turned on his heel and headEd the SaME dirECtIon AlOysius hAD gONE.

MaCMIlLiaN tOOk A momeNt tO collecT himself, thEn eDgEd towards the OPeN elevator. HE peEred inside. No SigN of any ChArrINg. The WalLs, the CeilinG, The floOr all lookEd NOrmal. HE Exhaled HEAvIly, hEld his cane across oNE oF The doors before It coulD cLOsE, ANd sTepPed in.

He was HaLluciNAting. ThAT wAS ALl. PRObably somethiNg he'd eaten. IT MigHt take A fEw hOUrs—or a Few daYs—BUt eVentually, whAtevEr it was woUld worK Its way oUT of his sYstem. MAcMIllIan jAMmEd A knUcKLe tO ThE "thREe" bUtton. The DoOrS dingEd, anD STARted To sLide Shut.

A Small figure in A brIght REd cOat slIpped InsiDe A spliT seconD befoRe They closed. Her faCe waS mostly hiDdeN bEhiNd A pair OF oversIzeD reD-frame sUnglassES. ShE lOOKEd Up at him expectantly.

maCmIlLian shifTed cloSEr To THe wall. "CaN I HelP you?"

sHE sighEd loUDlY and pullEd the gLAsSeS off. It wAs The womAn FroM CrOss YoUR TeaS—what wAs her namE agaiN? macMillian gapeD. "you."

Something sUDdENLy OCcurRed To him. He took Two lARge sTeps FOrWarD And coRrallEd HEr IN the corner of the elevAtOr. Her eYes buGged. He leaned dOwn until hiS FACe was milLimeTErS From hers. "What thE fuck Did you put iN That tea?"

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### ExcERPt frOm _ptolemy'S TaBlet_ (ShaDowNotEs, #1)

REv. EMiL Stone and His bodygUaRd (AnD tHen Some) MISha "PuzzlE" KAslOv Are Doing WHat theY do beSt: trAcKiNG doWn an artIFaCT Of myStIcAl maKe aNd UnknoWn poWEr. THeir assIgnment taKes THem tO tHe Shores oF the MediterraNeAn, where theY fInd ThemseLVEs pitted Against mercenaries, secreT Police... aNd eAch otHer.

_WIll they be AblE to comPleTE their MissioN, or_ _wiLl PerSONal feELInGs pRoVe too much tO OVerCome?_

MIsHa waS taking Too long.

Emil fiddled WIth His mug of sahlaB anD peeRED dOwn THe STreEt. tHe GRAEco-Roman Museum wAs just a few
 and his throat. "Thanks.I think I' ll ju st,  yo uknow , go  lie down."

D a niel  shrugged. "Suit yours elf."  H e  tur n ed  on h is heel an d hea de dthe  s a me  dire cti on Aloy sius had g one .
MacMilliant oo k a moment  to  collect him sel f, the nedg e d tow ard s the  opene levato r. He pee re d  insid e . No si g n  o f an y charring. The w a ll s , the ceiling,  the f lo o ra l l l ook ed normal.  H e exh a led hea v il y , hel d  his cane acr oss one oft hedoorsbe for e  it co uld c lo s e,and stepped  in. 

He washalluc i nating. That wa s all.  Pr oba blys om et hin gh e'd ea ten .  It  might t ak ea few  hou r s — o r afew  day s—but  eventually,wha teve r  it  waswould  wor kits w ay out  of h is  system. MacMil lian  jammed a  kn uc kle  t o the "three " b utt on. The  doorsd ing ed , a nd  started to slidesh u t .
A small  figur e  i na  brightre d c oats l ipped  ins i de  a split  secon d  b ef ore the yclosed .Her  fa ce wa s  mos tly hi dden beh ind a pair of oversi z ed red-frames un g l as s es.She  looked upat h i m ex pect a nt ly. 
MacM illia ns hi f ted closer to the w al l. "Ca n I h elp you?"

Sh e sighed l o u d ly and p ulle d  t h e glasses off.  It w as the wom a n from C rossYour Tea s—what wa s her name  ag ain ? M acM i l li an gaped. "Yo u . "

S om ethingsud denly o ccu rre d t o h im . He took  two lar ge  s te ps  fo rward and corr al led  h erin th e  corne r oftheel ev a tor . Her e y es b ugge d.  H e le ane ddownunti l  hi s facewas milli met e rs f ro mhers. " What the fuck  d id you put  i n t hat te a ? "

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### Ex cerpt  f rom _ Ptole m y 's  Ta bl et_ (Shado w n ote s, #1 )
Rev . EmilStone and his body g uar d (and then s ome ) Mi s h a"Pu z zl e " K as l ova r e doing what th ey do best :t ra cking down anar tifactof myst icalm ake and  unknownpower. Th ei r as s i gnm ent takesthem tothe shore s  of t h eMedit err anean,  w her e the y find the mselv es pit te d agai nst m er cenaries , secret police... andeach o ther. 

_ Will they  be abl e to comp lete  their mis sio n,or_ _ wil l  pers onal fe eli n gs pr ovet oo much t o  o ver c o me ?_

Misha w a s tak ing t ool ong.
Emil  fiddled with his mug of sahlabandp e ere d d o wn t he  street. The G rae co - R oman Mus eu m was justa few
 and_his throat._"Thanks. I think I'll_just, you_know,_go lie_down."

Daniel_shrugged. "Suit yourself."_He turned on_his heel and headed_the same direction_Aloysius_had gone.

MacMillian took a moment to collect himself, then edged towards the open elevator._He_peered inside._No_sign_of any charring. The walls,_the ceiling, the floor all_looked normal._He exhaled heavily, held his cane across one_of_the doors before_it could close, and stepped in.

He was hallucinating. That_was all. Probably something he'd eaten._It might take_a_few_hours—or a few days—but_eventually, whatever it was would work_its way out of his system._MacMillian jammed a knuckle to the "three"_button. The doors dinged, and started_to slide shut.

A small figure_in a_bright red coat slipped inside_a split second_before they_closed. Her face_was mostly hidden behind a pair_of oversized red-frame_sunglasses. She looked up at him_expectantly.

MacMillian_shifted closer to_the_wall._"Can I_help you?"

She sighed_loudly_and pulled_the_glasses off. It was the woman_from_Cross Your Teas—what was her name again?_MacMillian gaped. "You."

Something suddenly_occurred_to him. He took_two large steps forward and_corralled her in the corner of_the elevator._Her eyes_bugged. He leaned down until his face was millimeters from hers._"What the fuck did you put_in that tea?"

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### Excerpt from _Ptolemy's Tablet__(Shadownotes, #1)

Rev._Emil Stone and his bodyguard (and_then some) Misha "Puzzle"_Kaslov_are doing what they do best:_tracking down an artifact of mystical_make and unknown power. Their_assignment_takes_them to the shores of_the Mediterranean, where they find themselves_pitted against mercenaries,_secret police... and each other.

_Will they be_able_to complete their mission, or_ _will_personal_feelings prove too much to overcome?_

Misha_was_taking_too long.

Emil fiddled with his_mug of sahlab and peered down_the street. The Graeco-Roman Museum was just a few