An American Saga Set in Kyiv
“Heh – right now, I’m heading toward my favorite niche, which is a really small café and bagel joint in the corner of the building adjoining the central synagogue… “Except……
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In the dark undefined space, which is The Ferret’s subterranean hovel, the landline rings: Eh, hello… heh-heh… hello… HELLO!!! Nu, for you did not ever look at the paper or…
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Steve Kowalski, I really need you to confirm that I’m Byronic, and I need you to pretty much do it ASAP, meaning right now. Waiting for your reply. I’ll thank…
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As The Ferret jubilantly canters down the sidewalk with his dukes raised up to his flabby chest, throwing air punches as he attempts boxer-like toe dances (except that he has…
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Regarding Some Problems with the Text All evidence, based on textual analysis, and plain common sense, points to “The Kyiv Commix” as having been authored by no more than two…
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Well, Apocrypha is Apocrypha. Being both highly suspect and suspicious at the same time, there are doubts as to its existence, since it appears not to belong, and yet manages…
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The story is shaved as close to the skin of the chase as the skill of this left-handed craftsman allows him Episode 4 left uncut because it is all action!!!…
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“Take it easy Smith, you’re going to wear the point off your pencil.” The Half Guinea, his large, brown, weather-beaten hand extended from the spacious sleeve of a three-quarter-length black…
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“And then what happened?” “He wrapped his chains around my neck and started choking the life out of me.” “And did you die?” “Well, no… that is, I can’t say.…
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The thick metal door swings open and bangs against the bricks of the building on Red Army Street. A lone, thin figure flies out of the entrance, bare head first, a…
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