The Wraith. Had been in Eliot's fucking house.

It's the heat that gets him, every time.

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He was so tall. Conor mostly forgot that, somehow. Dumo was the first of the Wilkes-Barre guys to make it to the show, but he was still one of them, an equal - until now, as Conor surveyed the terrain and felt pretty damned unequal.
 
Dumo met Conor’s eyes. His cheeks were apple-red. “Please?” Dumo said, as though even now Conor might leave him hanging.

In Egypt, Antony and Cleopatra share their recollections of a dead man. Then things get competitive.

Kreizler conducts an inquiry.

It's 2006, but just barely. Overall, 2005 was a relatively shit year, but this one is looking even worse. It's also looking like Dean's last.

Guy comes to harm, and Tommy comes to mend him.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.

Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.