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      Matt stood up and put out a hand.  “Um,” he said.  “How do you do?”      “Er, good morning,” said Carleton Nairna little taken aback, as were most people, by just how much of Matt there was.     Matt had heard of Carleton Nairn.  Everyone in the city had heard of Carleton Nairn.  TheContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 3”

     The skull, taken simply as a skull, was unobjectionable: clean and white, displayed on a black tablecloth for better contrast.  Matt had seen photographs of skulls before: his mother owned at least a dozen such photos.  Before committing murders (to paper), she liked to look at a few pictures to put her in theContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 2”

    Sunlight rolled across the tawny, intermittently furred body of the cave girl.  Her chin was up, her face turned away from the sun, and a bright red lower lip stuck out in an imperious pout.  Matt turned the page.     He reached for the diet Dr. Pepper that he always kept on hand whileContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chap. 1”