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Paula C. Deckard - eBook Distribution

Ellen Parker is a junior heart surgeon living in New York. The city is her hideout, the hospital is her life, and her patients her unwitting guinea pigs. While Ellen hungers to discover the intimate secrets of the human body, both on the operating table and in her sexual odyssey, her knowledge of herself and her own desires remains just out of reach. As the novel explores those secrets in ever more nightmarish ways, it becomes clear that the tension between Ellen's demanding career...

The Other Stories - Episode 227 - "Drive" by Paula Cheung

She is a nurse at the hospital in the Northwest and doesn’t own a car. I later learned that she can’t drive and doesn’t have the time to learn either. Her hours are from four to midnight, and often she misses her last bus. Since a lot of drivers don’t like going all the way to the Northwest, I go instead. Interestingly enough, she asks for me, although I have never introduced myself to her. I watch her come out of the hospital, walking towards my car. I unlock the doors. She always sits at...

Interview with Phil Sgrosso from As I Lay Dying (London – Nov 26, 2010)

So how has the tour been so far? In Germany specifically? – The few shows in Germany were great. The venues were packed; all the kids were going crazy. It’s great to be back there. And now you’re in the UK where the food is unpleasant…I think I read on Tim’s twitter that he’s not keen on British food. What have you been eating mostly since you’ve been here? – Oh, we actually found a Chipotle here. We have that back at home and usually when you find Chipotle while you are on tour in the States

My conversation with Ho Li-Fuk

October 2013: I had two things in mind at VPL this afternoon, which was to continue working on the short story and also finish reading The mind of Mr. Soames. Since the short story wasn’t coming along too well, I decided to read the last 50 pages of the novel and took a seat in a communal area on level 3. Halfway through the last pages, I noticed a Chinese coming towards me saying that he’d been watching me for a while. He must have been in his mid-fifties judging by his receding hairline, the
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