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One day it might just be the anthology that inspires some other young writer to take his pen to paper and create his own thrilling yarns. In short order, I began devouring larger-than-life heroes in earnest. By the time I got to summer camp, I was 10 or so, and had been told of these earlier heroes — Doc Savage, The Shadow, and Conan among them — who lived in dime magazines called the pulps.

A local radio station ran a different old time radio drama at 7 p. I got to thrill to the exploits of The Shadow, the Lone Ranger, and other series. Ever since, the pulps have been a part of my life. Everyone I mentioned it to was very eager to jump in and then, an old pal, Will Murray, keeper of the pulp flame with his pastiches, offered me an unpublished Lester Dent story. Dent, creator of Doc Savage, was a prolific author and here was a World War I aviator tale that would allow me to directly connect my anthology with the era being honored.

The problem was, the Dent Estate needed to be paid. I decided that was enough of a reason to go the Kickstarter route. I could then afford the Dent story, a proper cover, a new logo, and bring on a few other authors.

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Crazy 8 Press: Finders Keepers is one of the novels you are most known for. What inspired you to issue The Definitive Edition?

Russ Colchamiro: Haha fair enough!

But when I expanded the adventures into a three-book series, which include the sequels Genius de Milo and Astropalooza, I wanted the first book to more closely match the tone, pacing, length, and style of books two and three, so the entire series feels more cohesive.

C8P: Makes sense! Russ: Looking back on the original Finders Keepers, there were elements I wanted to change. Passages that needed to be cut, sections that could easily be combined, and a few character traits I wanted to approach with a bit more nuance, especially as the original was a bit rough and raunchy in places. Maybe this updated version is me showing my age or maturity or a few bumps on the head!

What gives? But have no fear! This new version contains the same plot, the same adventure, and the same characters … only with far fewer f-bombs and naughty passages. It also comes in at a lean 81, words, down from nearly 95, I killed my darlings. C8P: Whew! Sounds great!

Russ: Finders Keepers is still about our bumbling backpackers Jason Medley and Theo Barnes, two guys in their early 20s from opposite ends of the Earth, caught in that netherworld between college and a career, zig-zagging Europe and New Zealand to have one last hurrah before they have to… blarg!

Does that mean…? Russ: Yup. This is it! No more versions. No more tweaks. Russ lives in New Jersey with his wife, two children, and crazy dog, Simon, who may in fact be an alien himself. He is now working on three collaborative novella projects and the first full-length novel featuring his hardboiled intergalactic private eye Angela Hardwicke. For more on Russ and his books, visit www. Russ is repped by The Zack Compnay.

Who happens to be the key to saving the Universe? Then dumped him by the side of the road and left him to pick up his life from there. Q: Sure, sure. Not for Small Minds is the fourth and -- so far as you've said -- the last novel in your DuckBob scifi comedy series. How does it feel to be at the end? A: Both good and sad.

Not for Small Minds puts Mary front and center. What was your biggest challenge -- and your goal -- for giving Mary center stage? I also had to be careful because DuckBob absolutely adores Mary—as he should—but that means he sees her as this perfect being.

He jumps at the chance to see something of her past, but is a bit dismayed when he does. What was wrong? What was she doing here? She was supposed to be investigating the most recent case, but here she was - an empty nightclub in the middle of the day.

Her body simply did this. She was driving to the crime scene and something in her gut told her to take the exit to this nightclub, and she always listened to her gut. But why? She remembered a grand piano in the middle of the place?

I have a few questions. Follow me. She had asked to be shown the penthouse over the nightclub with the excuse of it being connected to a recent investigation. She knew that she was abusing her power, but she had to check… Well. She had to. Wrong, wrong, wrong. No piano. She remembers a melody. Playing besides someone. A wind rustles from the open window, pulling her body towards the giant balcony attached to the living room.

She follows her instinct and walks out towards the sunlight, but the chills in her body persist. Something is missing. She looks up at the clear blue sky, wondering who that person is. Of course she knows the Bible story, the Devil that whispers in your ear.

But the Lucifer she thinks about is a… person. Not an idea, a concept, but a human man made of flesh. She blinks and then is like the world changes. It gets unusually quiet, no cars or birds or people shouting in the street. This is not LA.

This is not home. It takes her a solid minute to realize that it is not a current. It is… Wings. His hair is coppery brown, curled in perfect shapes, like a renaissance painting by the gods. Or is he? Chloe blinks again and sees the enormous white wings behind the androgynous person. How could she not see them before? An angel. She opens her eyes, fighting to get used to this overwhelming light.

Everything is too damn bright and she swears she is going blind! Where was she? Where was Lucifer? Is a man, but is not a man. She can barely see more than the silhouette and the striking bluish-white eyes staring down at her from a throne.

She had never been one to fall for unproven belief, not even religious ones; but something inside of her, an animal instinct, recognized this… being. Of course. The screaming, the crash, the pain. The Devil. So it was true. All this time. I tell nothing but the truth, Detective! She knows she should be freaking out for meeting God and actual angels but everything she can conjure up is every damn time Lucifer said something about being the Devil or about Hell. Hell is real. And so is Heaven. Heaven, where she is.

Because she is dead. She turns and finds the androgynous angel from before. A tiny voice in the back of her head screams that she is taking this too well. What was that thing from before?

Lucifer is an angel. Now what? Her eyes had adjusted to the light and now she can see the angels surrounding her; wings and feathers all over the place, their weird grey clothes from another time, their blank expressions and apathetic eyes fixed on her. All on her. Watching, judging. The man on the throne stands up and all the angels around her kneel at the same time, without God ordering them.

A shiver goes down her spine as he approaches her slowly, like he has all the time of the world, which in retrospective he indeed has, his steps too quiet for her human ears.

God puts a hand on her shoulder. We are sending you back. She has skin as a soul? Chloe looks behind his shoulder at the still kneeling angels. Instead of an answer, the man makes a gesture with his other hand and the floor under them changes, showing Lucifer sitting on the floor. His clothes are bloody and torn in a lot of places, barely holding together.

His hair is all over the place, like he had passed his fingers way too many times through his locks, unkempt and disheveled. Chloe takes a step towards the image, her heart beating fast. She had never heard his voice sound like that. Please come back.

Please, Dad. The miracle child. God continues talking. It was the perfect opportunity. She turns and glares at the deity behind her, shaking his touch away from her skin. Were they mine at all?

All her life, was it just a project? A pet designed to keep the Devil happy and away from trouble?

A lollipop to bribe a child? She wants to hate them. All of them. God, Lucifer, the angels. Every one of them. Was Maze on the joke, too?

A demon. She was a demon! Did everyone know about this? Is not fair! All this time… All that made her, well, her. A lie? A pretense? A preambule to her final acquaintance with the Devil?

She feels dirty. Did he know? Was he just waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim his prize? His promised bride, made by God as a token of peace. A toy to keep him entertained. From the corner of her eye she notices the black haired angel raise from his kneeling position, alert. What are they gonna do? Kill her?

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I want to go back! She looks down at the image of Lucifer and his tear-stained face, his deep brown eyes as they gaze at her dead body, the unnatural fire in them as he frowns and looks up to the sky.

Why did you have to take her? Says Lucifer.

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That my power only serves to destruction? He sighs with an air of defeat, closing his eyes like this was somewhat expected. Why did you put her in my path only to take her away? Why make me love her?

With what I know now, I can have a direct conversation with him, no secrets. She is hurt as hell! It hurts.

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What is it this time? Recognition shines in his eyes. Sirens then approach for afar, she can hear them. She looks around to find way less equipment she had expected after such a horrible accident.

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He has his phone in his hand like he had just finished a call. Instead of addressing her revealing declaration, she opts for sitting up and point at the simple saline bag connected to her arm. She stares back with a controlled expression, not letting any kind of feeling show. She leaves room for the horror and torture and Hell he surely has lived, and she is going to be legitimately scared for sure, but he had never seemed more human than right now.

She shrugs.

Except for the eyes. Wow, she thinks. Archangel Michael. The Michael. That Michael. At least to me. With actual words? She nods. Why bloody bother talking to me , giving roundabout tasks and tests instead! She is nervous even if she tries to keep a straight face.

She sees now that he knew about her being a miracle put on Earth by his father to play matchmaker. She wants to feel angry. She wants to cry.

How long had he known? Was he waiting for her to actually fall in love for him and then tell her? Was he ever going to stop playing with her, pushing her away and then ask for her forgiveness? How fast he can escape this situation. Some months.Where was Lucifer? Only a fringe of fiery hair against the light, and also something aggressive in the attitude, proclaimed that it was the poet Gregory.

She wants to cry. The very sky seemed small. Maybe she had. If I struck you dead I could not wipe it out.

Nice hairdo today. Aaron lives in New York with his family. The thought paralyzed her hand. How long had he known?

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