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opening up the gate to Greg’s life as a god. This destiny was something Greg would have at all cost, no matter<br />

whose blood ran through her veins.<br />

Slowly he rose from his chair and calmly walked to his car in the parking lot. He absent-mindedly traced the<br />

long scar across his face with his finger. It had be<strong>com</strong>e his habit to play with the lasting memory from the<br />

previous time he crossed the ruling clan. He would make them pay for what they did to his natural beauty. And,<br />

Stefani would play her part in that, as well.<br />

Greg had learned so much since that fateful encounter. Dennis, to whom he was once close, now meant<br />

nothing to him. None of them meant anything. When you choose to walk the path of be<strong>com</strong>ing a god, you<br />

have to set your feelings aside. Greg knew this all too well.<br />

He no longer had any family; he no longer shared the connection to any feeling. He would do anything,<br />

whatever it took, to get his way. People were just a means to an end, and his end would always be found at the<br />

tip of his sword. His sword, when wielded correctly, could cause so much pain. But for him, pain was intricately<br />

intertwined with pleasure. They were one and the same on most occasions.<br />

Well, it’s off to the Hotel Monaco, Room 254, he thought to himself. Then, he smiled. No need to keep the child<br />

waiting. His patience was growing thin, and he was ready for the next stage of the night to <strong>com</strong>mence. It really<br />

was going to be a very nice day after all.<br />

Fin<br />

Chapter Sixteen - Terri Reid – Loose Ends<br />

Terri Reid has been telling ghosts stories since she was a toddler. Her mother tells of a time when twoyear<br />

old Terri would sit in her highchair, look past her mother into the dark back porch and say, “Look.<br />

Man.” When her mother would turn in horror, Terri would laugh delightedly.<br />

Terri lives in the same area of the United States as her Mary O’Reilly character, Northwest Illinois. She<br />

lives on five acres of rolling land in a 100 year-old farmhouse, with her husband, children, dogs, cats and<br />

several dozen chickens (well, they live in the barn.)<br />

Her background is in marketing and public relations, but she has always enjoyed telling stories. For a while, she worked as<br />

a freelance journalist for the local paper and wrote the Halloween feature for many years, collecting as many local ghost<br />

stories as she could. She gave her collection of local ghost stories to the local historical society to use as a fundraiser; they<br />

are now in their third printing.<br />

Goodreads author page: http://www.goodreads.<strong>com</strong>/author/show/4192570.Terri_Reid<br />

Amazon author page: http://tinyurl.<strong>com</strong>/26b8p6l<br />

Copyright © 2010 Terri Reid<br />

Prologue - Galena, Illinois – 1980s:<br />

Loose Ends – A Mary O’Reilly Paranormal Mystery<br />

The candidate stood at the front of the ballroom a few feet behind the podium on a makeshift stage. He was<br />

young, tall and handsome. And behind the pretty-boy looks was a shrewd intelligence and quick wit that had<br />

won him respect, especially from his opponents. His lopsided grin, the one that could break hearts and win<br />

votes, was present as he had greeted his faithful volunteers and supporters.<br />

The variety of the guests portrayed the eclectic spirit of the eighties. “Miami Vice” and “Material Girl” lookalikes<br />

mingled with Ralph Lauren and Armani aficionados. Wine, hard liquor and other, more discreetly served<br />

stimulants of choice, were sipped or inhaled in various venues throughout the mansion.<br />

Trays of hors d'oeuvres were efficiently served and champagne was free flowing.

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