“So. You’re Artifact.”
Landon paused, then snorted. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m Artifact.”
“Seemed dumb to dance around the subject. It’s pretty obvious. I mean, Jesus. You call the Lieutenant ‘Jayce.’”
“Everyone calls the Lieutenant Jayce.”
“No one calls the Lieutenant Jayce, Donny. Jesus Christ.”
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“Jesus – look at this!” She stabbed her finger at the bed. “That quilt cover’s silk. You know how to get bloodstains out of silk? You been reading Hints from Fucking Heloise, Marco?”
SERIES CONCLUSION! “I’m impressed,” Beguile said, after a long moment. “I didn’t think it was possible to fuck up so completely. I’m relatively sure you’ve set some kind of record.”
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“Cut either the heroes or the villains out of the equation, and you have one guy in tights showing up to do police work. It’s stupid. It looks ridiculous. But give a hero a villain and it becomes... I dunno. Cultural. It makes sense. If I’m there, and I’m robbing the bank, and I’m wearing bondage gear and making bad puns? Of course it makes sense that Darkhood shows up and shoots epoxy-spraying arrows at me. The absurdity cancels each other out.”
“Good attitude, kid! Tell you what! You lie down and put your hands on your head, and before we pack you up for the PATER team I’ll sign an autograph. Maybe even get a pic or two with you. That’s a deal, right?” “Oh, man I’m tempted, but c’mon.” Leather crouched a bit. “I’m faster… Continue reading ⎇001JW Becoming Leather: Greenhorn #4
She ducked under my slap and rolled me lightly over her shoulder. I went sprawling, but before I could land on the roof she'd rolled over me, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into her roll, kicking up with her feet at the top of it. I was catapulted fifteen feet into the air, sprawling, and realized as I was coming down that I was going over the edge of the roof, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
The story as it exists clearly has its fans (and its detractors, but that's as may be). However... it's *very* rough. Ragged. There are plenty of typos and bad choices. It needs editing at the very least before it could be published as either an eBook or as part of an anthology.
“Okay, *why* the Hell haven’t I heard of you before now?” he asked, finally. Leather laughed. It sounded bitter. “They couldn’t even get my name right in the paper. Why would you hear about me? But I apparently made *Page View Review* because I don’t have tits.” —Anchor and Leather
Leather’s heart was pounding, but her eyes narrowed. “Miss Beguile, you could wipe me off the planet with a thought and I know it. So, please don’t take this as disrespect… but my name is *Leather.* If you forget that, there’ll be trouble.” “I know.” Beguile paused, standing in front of Leather. “I was making sure *you* did. And seeing if you were the kind of pissant annoyance who’ll assert herself in the face of complete obliteration. I’m glad to see you are. —Leather and Beguile