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March 2013

1/10/2013

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Everybody leaned forward, getting as close to the small monochrome display as possible. Wilson once again pressed the transducer against Howard’s skin. He moaned in pain. The image came into focus. Emily screamed. Minnie put her hand to her mouth and took a step back. Wilson simply shook his head, unable to comprehend what it was he was looking at.

“Are those?” Dave asked. “Are those what I think they are?”

“Yeah, it…” Wilson said. “They look to me like…”

He moved the wand around, bringing into focus each individual orb among the dozens on the screen. In each perfectly round sack, a tiny creature, not unlike a tadpole, wiggled around and danced in its tiny womb.

He cleared his throat. “They look to me like eggs.”


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Christina Carson link
1/11/2013 10:37:50 am

Very compelling promotion! Well done.

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RB
1/11/2013 10:58:33 am

Thanks!

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Tonya Rogers
2/25/2013 11:12:34 am

Its almost March......I can't wait for the new book!

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RB
2/25/2013 11:49:39 am

Settle down, Zander! It's coming....

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