Last week, I introduced a tale of Sean AP Ryan, in a twitter format.
This is the rest of the story.
You'll notice that a few things are different, and some things are spelled out better here than last week ... because, while Twitter can have a whole range of sequences fitted into 140 characters or less, some things can get lost in the process.
Now, if you don't recall Sean A.P. Ryan, he is a security consultant, a mercenary, and someone who is possibly quite, quite mad.
He has faced people who are NOT Fred Phelps of the WBC.
He has dangled someone off of the Empire State Building -- which is a little important to this story, though not much.
He has bargained his way out of an LA jail.
And this is just in the short stories that have appeared on this site. (Linked to in the left hand column.)
Today, he runs up against someone who is decidedly not RM Hendershot, author of Masks. I can guarantee you won't even see the word Hendershot appear once. Honest.
Coyote Christmas.
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