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    Hob Gadling is sitting on his couch in nothing but his boxers. It's a nice, warm summer night, about 10 pm. It's Friday, and that gives him plenty of time for his task until he has to see his students again. His body aches all over, in some places worse than others, and the worst of all it hurts inside his chest. But one thing after the other.

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    03 Nov 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 75

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    “Did you sleep well?” Dream asks him, and he must know, he must, how once upon a time Hob had sat across from him and joked about eating the table while his mouth had watered for a taste of kindness, a lick of comfort, a single drop of blood.

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    16 Oct 2022

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    Johanna Constantine is hired to deal with a suspected possession. The truth is so much worse than she could've imagined.

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    16 Oct 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 64

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    Hob knows he is dreaming. He also knows he’s being hunted.

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    16 Oct 2022

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    “Kneel,” said Dream.

    Hob knelt before him. Dream pressed his own thumb to his lips and wet it. He took Hob’s chin in the other hand and tilted his face up. “Some do this with ash. To acknowledge death. Mortality. It would not befit you,” he said, and smudged his wet thumb in a sign upon Hob’s forehead. “Now you wear my mark,” he said.

    “I have always worn your mark, my Lord,” said Hob.

    “Then remember you are mine and to me you shall return,” Dream said.

    On the look of stained glass, the smell of churches, the taste of your friend’s mouth, and the feeling of receiving a sacrament several centuries overdue. Or: the entirely accidental but inevitable divinity of Hob's devotion.

    AMAZING art by fishydwarrows!

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