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Martin Henley| Howard Wood Ingham| Mike Lee|
Matthew McFarland| John Newman| Stew Wilson
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Concept and Design:
Justin Achilli, Richard Thomas,
Chuck Wendig
Authors:
Martin Henley, Howard Wood
Ingham, Mike Lee, Matthew
McFarland, John Newman, Stew
Wilson
Developer:
Chuck Wendig
Editor:
Scribendi.com
Art Direction and Design:
Mike Chaney
Creative Director:
Richard Thomas
Production Manager:
matt milberger
Artists: Erik Rose, Aaron
Acevedo, Jim DiBartolo, Jim
Pavelec, Dugnation, Avery
Butterworth, Juan Antonio
Serrano Garcia, Brian Leblanc,
Matt Kolbek, & James Stowe
Cover Artist:
Chad Michael Ward
Special Thanks for Translation:
Amado Guzman
© 2008 CCP hf. All rights reserved. Reproduction
without the written permission of the publisher
is expressly forbidden, except for the purposes
of reviews, and one printed copy which may be
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Vampire and World of Darkness are registered
trademarks of CCP hf. All rights reserved.
Vampire The Requiem, Werewolf The Forsaken, Mage
The Awakening, Promethean The Created, Changeling
the Lost, Hunter The Vigil, Spirit Slayers and
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to any company or product in these pages is not a challenge to the trademark or copyright
concerned. This book uses the supernatural for settings, characters and themes. All
mystical and supernatural elements are fiction and intended for entertainment purposes
only. This book contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Table of ConTenTs
Gut feelings
4
Introduction
10
Chapter one: The Untamed storm
14
siesta en la Puebla luna y sol
56
Chapter Two: sheep’s Clothing
62
stories Uncle Don Told Me
118
Chapter Three: silver bullets
124
birthright
182
Chapter four: Moonstruck
188
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Gut FeelinGs
by matt mcFarland
From the TV, Morgan Freeman informs me that
“Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a ine
place, and worth ighting for.’” Ernest Hemingway
also blew his head off with a shotgun, of course.
I switch off the TV as the credits roll. The coffee
table has a stack of DVDs, but I don’t much feel like
watching anything else. Thing is, I don’t know what
else to do. I’ve been puking my guts out for the last
two days, no matter what I eat, so I’ve been knocking
around my apartment, but I’m utterly bored now.
I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I don’t think
I’m going to be sick again. Actually, I’m starting to
feel hungry, which is a good sign. I draw a glass of
water and swish it around in my mouth before spit -
ting it out. I still have the taste of vomit in my mouth,
and it’s not unpleasant, which is goddamn weird.
But my relection in the mirror is even weirder. I look
ine. My face is clean, my skin looks clear, and my stubble’s
coming in even. None of that makes any sense. When I throw
up, all of the blood vessels around my eyes burst and I get
these little blood - red dots on my face. I go all pale and look
like a zombie for at least a day. My stubble never comes in
even, always patchy and ugly. But I look… good.
And I’m deinitely feeling hungry. I walk into my
room, throw off my robe, and pull on a pair of jeans.
I haven’t been dressed in a couple of days, and it’s
already helping me feel more normal. I wonder if the
sandwich shop up the road is still open. They keep
odd hours, but they make some of the best veggie
burgers I’ve ever had.
I yank on a sweatshirt, and take a second to inhale.
My room smells good. It smells safe. I lie down on
my bed and roll over a couple of times, enjoying the
comfort, enjoying the contours that my body has made
over the years. My pillow has my scent, my girl -
friend’s scent, and deep down in my memory I associ -
ate this pillow with my dad I pulled it off his bed
before I moved out on my own. It’s good. It’s home.
But I’m still hungry, and so I leave my room and
my apartment and walk out into the ice. It’s been
pouring down rain since yesterday morning, but
today the temperature dropped and now everything’s
coated. Walking on the sidewalk is tricky it’s not
like anyone ever salts around here. It’s probably
about ive or ten below freezing with the wind, and
Manny Martinez is still out on his goddamn porch.
4
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a culinary Guide to Fast Food in PhiladelPhia
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