The Conspiracy Job
Your conspiracy theories about three identical men with different identities were just a hobby until you discovered something impossible: a woman who was supposedly assassinated in San Lorenzo is alive and working as an acting teacher in Portland. Now you and your friend have stumbled onto something bigger than you imagined - a crew of professional criminals who might just be the good guys. But how do you convince them you can be trusted with their secrets?The glow of my computer screen illuminates my corkboard, now covered with photos connected by red thread. Three men - Roy Chappell, Kenneth Crane, Jacques Labert - identical but with different names and lives. Triplets? Clones? One man with multiple identities? I've spent weeks trying to figure it out when Julia bursts into my room.
"You have to cool it with this, dude." She gestures at the chaos surrounding me - empty Gatorade bottles, printouts covering every surface, my conspiracy board taking over an entire wall now.
"There's something here, Jules. I'm sure of it. They're completely identical!"
Julia sighs. "It's a couple of athletes and a singer who happen to look similar."
"Look similar? They're identical! Three possibilities: triplets, clones, or one ridiculously talented guy."
"Clones? Come on, Marcie."
"It's the most logical explanation!" I spin back to my computer. "And every time I post about it online, the forums disappear! Doesn't that sound like a government conspiracy?"
"It's weird," Julia admits, "but maybe you're taking this too far."
I'm about to argue when something catches my eye - a photo of San Lorenzo's 'martyr heroine' Rebecca Ibañez, assassinated two years ago. Julia leans closer.
"What are you looking at now?"
"San Lorenzo. There was this assassination during their election. Isn't it tragic?"
Julia shakes her head. "She can't have been."
"What?"
"She's my brother Zachary's acting teacher. Her name's Sophie Devereaux and she's definitely not dead."
My heart races. This is the connection I've been missing! I pull up a chair for Julia as I frantically search for more links between San Lorenzo, Sophie Devereaux, and my three identical men. The pieces are finally coming together - but I have no idea who might be watching my searches.
Thieves, Spies, and Accidental Allies
When a senator hires your team to investigate the Hulk's role in the destruction of New York, you infiltrate Stark Industries expecting a simple con. But nothing is ever simple when superheroes and supervillains are involved. Navigate a world of spies, hackers, gods, and genius billionaires as you team up with the Avengers to take down a threat bigger than either group could handle alone.
rage, rage against the dying of the light
Grief is a living thing that claws at your insides, and Eliot Waugh is drowning in it. Quentin's gone, and the world keeps spinning like it doesn't even notice. The others have moved on—Margo with Josh, everyone with their happy endings—but Eliot can't. Not when Quentin's handwriting still haunts the refrigerator, not when the ghost of their unspoken love lingers in every room. He's done pretending everything's okay. He's going to bring Quentin back, no matter the cost. Even if it means burning down the fragile peace they've all found.
the heat where you lay
The temperature isn't the only thing rising at Brakebills. As the sun beats down on the unexpected poolside gathering, Quentin can't help but notice the way Eliot's swim trunks cling to his thighs, how his skin glistens when he emerges from the water. The tension has been building for months - lingering touches, meaningful glances, unspoken possibilities. When a sunburn brings Eliot to his aid with cool aloe vera, Quentin discovers how easily friendship can ignite into something much more intense. Will you give in to the heat between you? Or will you let this chance slip away?
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