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    The Dream Eater
    The Dream Eater
    The Dream Eater
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    The Dream Eater

    By Tony Wilson

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    In a place like Bauwen’s Pub, you never know what kind of unusual characters might walk in. This hole in the wall bar caters to the Unseen – creatures from folklore, forgotten deities, and all sorts of fantastic critters. It’s a place cloaked in old magic that can’t be found unless you already know where to find it. I live upstairs and tend bar most nights to cover the rent. My name’s Quinn. 

    What’s my story? My father was a lonely rancher from down south and my mother was a jezebel from WAY down south if you catch my meaning. No horns, no tail, but I have been known to be a smooth talker and a sucker for a sad story. It takes a lot to catch me off guard, but seeing an old flame for the first time in years does the trick. 

    The good thing about Bauwen’s Pub is that we specialize in the unusual. Otherwise a nun walking into a bar full of creatures that go bump in the night would seem a bit… weird. Around here we call it Tuesday.

    Prelude to the Brimstone & Bourbon series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTony Wilson
    Release dateJun 20, 2015
    ISBN9781519979278
    The Dream Eater
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    Tony Wilson

    TONY WILSON was born in the vast wasteland of the Midwest. He was raised on a steady diet of classic TV shows, horror comics, video games, and drive-in movies. He is a repository for useless trivia. Hobbies include writing, reading comics, roleplaying games, watching everything on Netflix, and chainmail. He currently lives in North Carolina with his wife and two crazy dogs.

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      The Dream Eater - Tony Wilson

      I admit it; I’m a bit of a people watcher. How else does one blend in if he hasn’t spent a great deal of time studying the herd up close? Know what I’ve learned? Humans are a miserable lot, content to be woefully ignorant about their surroundings, much less the world they live in. There is more wonder in this city block than they’ll ever realize because it’s just easier to get through the day if they keep their blinders on and stick to their lowered expectations about life. Small changes are scary enough. Never mind peeling away the layers of what passes for one’s reality and taking a cold hard look at what’s really going on.

      Who am I to judge? I’m just another face in the crowd, another nobody putting his head down and trudging through one day at a time. Sounds good, doesn’t it? See, I’ve done my homework. That’s the correct answer. I’m just another one of the guys. Pay no attention to the fact that I have to move every ten to fifteen years to cover up the fact that I don’t age as fast they do. It’s easier that way, though. I don’t like getting too attached to people. Eventually, everyone I’ve ever met will be dead and I’ll still be kicking around with my roguishly handsome face. I hate it. I hate myself.

      You’d think reinventing yourself every decade would be exciting, but it loses its luster after about the third or fourth time. This time I decided to actually put my knowledge of the secret world to work for me. It’s a nice change of pace. I’m not betraying the unwritten code

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