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The sun beats against his neck. The white arena sand dazzles his eyes. The massed boos and catcalls shake his bones and evil sorcery stirs against him. He is a beast, a thing, given a puny sword and a shield, here to fight for the pleasure of Moloch of Flames, a First Born, and his Nephilim sons, giants each one. He is Lod, and he is the beast of Elohim, a killer and an outcast. Alone among his enemies, he is surely doomed to die before the chanting crowd of thousands. Lod wages a brutal war against the sons of angels, the Nephilim. Each tale is of novella length, told by Vaughn Heppner, Writers of the Future winner.
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You can visit Vaughn at www.vaughnheppner.com I was born in Canada and remember as a small boy crawling in my snow-fort. I closed my eyes, and when I tried to open them, they were frozen shut. I didn't panic, but wiped away the ice crystals, unglued my eyes and kept on building my tunnel. Those were great days! I moved to Central California before seventh grade and couldn't believe I lived in a land where oranges grew on trees and you could pick grapes from the vine. I used to wonder what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of work specifically. I was miserable not knowing and bordering on desperate. Then one day a friend gave me his typewriter. I began working on a novel. A different person told me it was much easier on a computer, so I bought one and began getting up at 4:30 A.M. each morning before work, writing for three hours. My eyes were unglued once again as the pang of misery left my gut. I knew exactly what I wanted to do: write. So now that's what I do, I write, and write, and write, and I love it.
