David B. Riley

Jennifer Campbell-Hicks

Six Guns Straight From Hell: Tales of Horror and Dark Fantasy from the Weird Weird West

Science Fiction Trails 13

Science Fiction Trails 14

Gregory jerked from surprise. aHow did you get in here?a John held up his hands. aI mean you no harm, Holy Father, but I must speak with you.aGregory moved his hand to the front of one of the little panic alarm buttons concealed next to his desk, then hesitated. Gregory, newly installed as pope one week earlier, eyed the man in a humble monkas tunic with both suspicion and curiosity. aTell me, brother, what is so urgent it could not wait for a morning audience?aThe monk smiled. aIt is an audience I most wish to avoid, Holy Father. Tell me, father, will you hear my confession?a John asked.The new pope sighed. aA confession he wants?aaThe tale I must tell can only be given as confession, a John insisted.Gregory leaned back in the rocker. aIt must be a dark secret indeed.aaIndeed.a

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