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Drink Deeply

Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own. On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau. How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Emile Bienert · Fantasie
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50 Chs

Chapter 42: What We Know for Sure

The muscles of Pietr’s back were pinched between his shoulder blades and a wall. His tongue filled up the roof of his mouth, and old spit had dried to his lips. He was injured but alive. His memory came back. He’d found their bar hideout, but… the floor had… that black woman… detonated some sort of explosive right under him. All he could do was shield himself from the direct impact. The force had driven him up into the ceiling… Through it? Maybe. His head was ringing. It hurt to move. Probably a concussion.

Where?

Pietr opened his eyes. It didn’t help. Pitch dark. He could feel that his legs were pushed up at the knees. His fingers ran over every part of his body that they could reach. No obvious bleeding or scabbing. A few tender spots; nothing broken. Buried in rubble? Explosive didn’t seem that big.

Head still ringing.