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<blockquote data-quote="Ascending Crane" data-source="post: 726142" data-attributes="member: 7698">John took the paper out of the typewriter, and layed it on top of the rest.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Occult: Here and Now&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A novel by John Maguire, P.H.D.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dedications &nbsp; &nbsp; * To Mary - My wife and my love.&nbsp; I miss your laugh, Bunny.&nbsp; &nbsp; * To My Lodge Brothers - This book could not have been written &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; without the courage, heart, and soul each of you showed me &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; that winter.&nbsp; We are bonded - and I shall never forget.&nbsp; But &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; don't count on me skiing again any time soon. Finally done, Doc thought to himself.&nbsp; And all it took was three months of pain and agony.&nbsp; But it was worth it.His previous attempt to write a book was a complete failure.&nbsp; Almost 10 years, and in the end it was a 1000 page monster that would never see publishing.&nbsp; But this book might make it.&nbsp; The events of the winter had almost seemed to open doorway's in John's mind.&nbsp; Doorways that disturbed him sometimes, late at night.&nbsp; But once opened, such things rarely closed of their own accord.Startling him out of his reverie, the phone rang.&nbsp; John crossed his study to the phone, a mystified look on his face.&nbsp; Who would be calling...?&quot;Hello...?&nbsp; Who is this? Do you know what... Oh! Ross!&quot;&nbsp; A smile lighted John's face.&nbsp; A call from his Lodge brothers was always welcome.&nbsp; &quot;Ray, you say... He called you...?&nbsp; Unh-hunh... Tell me what's going on...&quot;As Ross relayed Ray's need, John's face hardened.&nbsp; He looked to the manuscript and sighed.&nbsp; I'll send it when I get back.&nbsp; Whatever Ray needs, it can't be anything as bad as Snowflake Valley. &quot;Don't worry, Ross.&nbsp; I'll be there.&quot;John hung up the phone and slowly went upstairs.&nbsp; Time to pack.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ascending Crane, post: 726142, member: 7698"] John took the paper out of the typewriter, and layed it on top of the rest. [color=white][b][size=3] The Occult: Here and Now[/size] A novel by John Maguire, P.H.D. Dedications [/b]* To Mary - My wife and my love. I miss your laugh, Bunny. * To My Lodge Brothers - This book could not have been written without the courage, heart, and soul each of you showed me that winter. We are bonded - and I shall never forget. But don't count on me skiing again any time soon. [/color] [i]Finally done,[/i] Doc thought to himself. [i]And all it took was three months of pain and agony. But it was worth it.[/i] His previous attempt to write a book was a complete failure. Almost 10 years, and in the end it was a 1000 page monster that would never see publishing. But [i]this[/i] book might make it. The events of the winter had almost seemed to open doorway's in John's mind. Doorways that disturbed him sometimes, late at night. But once opened, such things rarely closed of their own accord. Startling him out of his reverie, the phone rang. John crossed his study to the phone, a mystified look on his face. [i]Who would be calling...?[/i] "Hello...? Who is this? Do you know what... Oh! Ross!" A smile lighted John's face. A call from his Lodge brothers was always welcome. "Ray, you say... He called you...? Unh-hunh... Tell me what's going on..." As Ross relayed Ray's need, John's face hardened. He looked to the manuscript and sighed. [i]I'll send it when I get back. Whatever Ray needs, it can't be anything as bad as Snowflake Valley. [/i] "Don't worry, Ross. I'll be there." John hung up the phone and slowly went upstairs. Time to pack. [/QUOTE]

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