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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 · แฟนตาซี
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50 Chs

Chapter 20: The Pandemonium Dream

Julie glared at Beau with an intensity that all but erased Nick’s willingness to interject. He’d never had parents he could watch argue, but he was familiar with the scenario. As he looked from glarer to glaree, it felt like Sarah was slipping away from him, farther and farther. He stood. He started to walk toward the door.

“I wouldn’t do that,” said Mae.

“Why not? We’re not getting anywhere here. If Sarah’s in real danger, I need to do something. They clearly won’t.”

Julie and Beau’s argument took on a new layer of impenetrability to Nick as their language became a confusion of droning vowels and muted consonants. He guessed that they were speaking Korean but felt that he couldn’t be sure of anything, in light of recent events. They might as well have been speaking in Korean earlier for all the sense he could make of what he had heard.

“They will do something,” said Mae. “You don’t have to worry about time, not here. They didn’t tell-”