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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 33
I didn’t see why I was the one making the sacrifice. But the talisman spoon that was the ostensible source of the original potion’s power...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 32
Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 31
As the blanket of silence returned following the four pistol shots, time stood still. My already wounded head was now spinning and I...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 30
Why I’d bothered to stop at a red light at 2 a.m. in a contraband racing vehicle in a town in the American Midwest, I couldn’t say. The...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 29
“Hold it—dreams?” Ringo said. “Better to tell me about them now.” My head was still reeling from the revelation of the sinister figure of...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 28
I slept hard that night. Harder than I had since this whole escapade began, despite the musty canvas of the cots and the echo of the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 27
As interesting and provocative as Ringo’s story was, Dimity and I had come from a long road trip and we were yawning heavily. We tried to...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 26
Ringo’s Story A shaft of moonlight from the high window mingled with the candlelight and draped the walls in shadows while...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 25
The room was cloaked in shadows when we opened the door. Our journey back across Ohio, north into Michigan, all the way up to a Chippewa...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 24
In a single motion I reached my hand into Dimity’s bag, pulled out her gun and marched toward Lorenzo, lifting the barrel toward his...
