Arthur [the android] shoves me into the crevice and begins raking dirt and snow over me. He tears off a piece of his shirt and I close my eyes as he lays it over my face. The damp soil and ice fall upon me. I feel like a man being buried alive.
The Lost Colony, by A.G. Riddle, p. 74
Um, James … you are a man being buried alive.
Out of Babel 
Nailed that one!
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Tell me about it. You must have a prophetic gift.
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… Oh, no!!!!
Not you, James! The character’s name is James!
Gosh, I hope you are OK and are just referring to the quarantine.
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Hahahahahaa, that was great. I’m guessing Riddle is NOT a master wordsmith…
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There was something like that on almost every page. I did not finish.
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Yep, that is Prime DNF material right there…
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I’m alright. The quarantine is most of what I was referring to.
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Phew!
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Hoo boy, looks like a good book.
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An “international best seller” according to the cover. 🙂
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Heh heh. You know, that might honestly be the case? I wouldn’t be surprised, there are ways to manipulate the system. 😉 If you sell two books, one in Japan and one in the US and that gets you to the top of an obscure Amazon category for a day, well, there you go–you, too, can be an international best seller! 😀
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Wow, I never thought of that. I figured perhaps it did actually sell pretty well. After all, the title got me to check it out of the library, and the premise kept me reading past quite a few obvious similes before I finally DNF’d.
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