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A brand new edition of Life's Lottery - an exciting speculative fiction novel that invites the reader to assume the role of the protagonist!
A role-playing novel that reveals how small decisions can have monumental consequences. If you choose the right possibilities you may live a long happy life, or be immensely rich, or powerful, or win the lottery. If you make other choices you may become a murderer, die young, make every mistake possible, or make no impression on life at all. The choice is yours.
http:www.scorpiusdigital.com C O N T E N T S Dedication Getting Around in Life’s Lottery Life’s Lottery Acknowledgements About the Author Begin Again Scorpius Digital Publishing Titles Crow Street Press Titles Dedication If Napoleon, for Tom Tunney If Illya, for David Cross This is the story of a man who always made the wrong choice. He could have had either of two jobs; he picked the dead end. He could have married either of two women; he picked the nag.
woman’s role because he’s gay. He uncuffs you and orders you to get busy in the kitchen. Mary’s defiance has brought something out in Shearer. When James gets back, you have to reestablish control. Mary comes down, wearing your towelling bathrobe, hair in wet spikes. She looks like a little girl dressed up, not dangerous at all. ‘Kay,’ she tells Shearer, ‘you’re next for the tub.’ Shearer goes upstairs. Sean sulks at being passed over. ‘I feel filthy,’ he says. ‘Those pens were vile.’ Mary
the time,’ James says. ‘You, Jessup, you’re his friend, what do you know?’ Warwick shouts in Jessup’s face and grabs him by his furry jumper. ‘Nothing, Tris. Honest.’ Jessup blubbers, a bully’s sidekick without the bully around, at the mercy of turning worms. ‘We could make him talk,’ Shearer says. Jessup looks aghast. After a few moments, James steps in. ‘We don’t do torture here,’ he says. ‘You could have fooled me,’ Shearer snaps. You and James laugh. Someone’s dead but you can still
plotting and executing revenge against Shearer, taking from him everything and everyone he loves, leaving him alive but a human shell. But it seems a fantasy. Too many possibilities seem like fantasies: you might as well retreat to old dreams of piracy, or imagine yourself battling alien invaders, or living the life of a heartless stud, or solving complex murder mysteries, or travelling through time, or slipping between worlds. Other yous might do those things. But you’re the you who does
Victoria,’ Rowena says, pointedly. Victoria doesn’t shut the door yet. She is giving you a way out. But not for long. Rowena’s nipple puckers under your palm. You can feel it through her bra. Her tongue flicks at your face. There might well be rules about getting off with someone so drunk she probably doesn’t know who you are. And you could worry that taking further advantage of this situation will imperil your possible future with Rowena. For the first time, you are interested in a girl and