Eastbound and Town: A LitRPG/Gamelit Adventure (The Good Guys Book 8)
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“I think the jury’s still out.”
“Do I need to meet them?”
“Probably at some point.”
He sighed.
“I know it’s difficult,” he said, “but please try and bring in some more traditional members into our community at some point, instead of just the more esoteric ones.”
“There aren’t any out there.”
“Perhaps you should look inward.”
“Inside me?”
“My gods, what was Benedict thinking...”
I took that as my leave, and I went upstairs into my private chamber where I took a fantastic shower, wishing I had more hot water.
Finally, I laid down in my bed. I sighed, I nestled down in my blanket, and went to sleep.
Or at least I tried to.
It’s just that as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt someone watching me.
And when I opened my eyes, I was looking into another pair of eyes. Familiar eyes that shouldn’t be in existence any more because the last time I’d seen them, they’d been in a disembodied head that was sitting on a table. With no body anywhere to be found. Emeline had been beheaded by the Master, and now she was in my room, her head seemingly reattached to her body, staring at me in my bed.
“Evening Montana,” Emeline said. “I think it’s time to have a chat.”
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Author’s Note
March 20, 2020
I’ve been trying to write this for a while. Not the book, that was a struggle of its own, but the note here at the end. It’s hard to know what to say at a time like this. Obviously, I love all of you and thank you from the bottom of my heart that I’m able to live my dream because y’all are kind enough to read my stories. You help feed my family and keep a roof over our heads. During these turbulent times, I’m able to stay at home, with my family, and be safe, and still work. It’s a marvelous luxury, so, once again, Thank You all for reading my books.
I hope things out there aren’t too rough for y’all. This shelter in place pandemic is probably one of the few times where writers are oddly prepared. I’ve been barely leaving my house since I moved in last June. Basically keeping my ear to the grindstone and putting the words on the paper. Or screen. Both. I don’t really write longhand as much as I would like. I love the physical act of writing, and on bad days, that’s how I get myself going again. I know these times are tough, and I’m glad I can offer a port in the storm. A spot to rest and take a minute for yourself. I’ll be pushing myself these coming months, and I’m going to try and get some extra stuff out. Make sure you all have an escape if you need/want one.
As always, I love y’all. Thank you. Be nice to each other, from a distance. And share the toilet paper.
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About the Author
Eric Ugland ran away from Seattle to join the circus. And then he came to his senses, and moved to Manhattan. Now he's a novelist in Oregon, trapped by trees and snow and bears. Mostly bears. SO MANY BEARS!
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Contents
Also by Eric Ugland
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
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