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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
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Once upon a time, on an island far, far away, Angie Frost and her companions are on a dangerous journey to rescue one of their own from the clutches of a new vil...
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"Seeing Someone You Know Well
In A Totally Different Context
Is Always Disorienting And Vaguely Impressive
You Realize You Have Them On Loan From The Other Lives They Lead."
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The tavern was the rowdiest that Angie had ever seen. She and Hook had found a table in the back, which was one of the only empty ones. Currently, they were observing a group of pirates who were playing dice games while surrounded by women. One of the pirates cheered as he rolled an eleven. But a familiar face rolled a twelve, causing the other pirates to cheer and the women to clap politely. In celebration, the winner downed an entire glass of whiskey.
"There I am," Hook murmured, pointing at the face who had rolled a twelve. "Rather dashing, don't you think?"
Rather strange, more like. It was weird to see two Hooks, especially since they looked exactly the same. Well, except for their vests, which were different colors. Angie mentally dubbed Past Hook as Jones. That way, it would be easier for her to differentiate between the two of them.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Angie asked Hook. "What if you remember me when we meet in the Enchanted Forest? That might mess things up further."
"Relax, Angel. It'll be fine," Hook assured her. "Given what I'm drinking, if I remember anything, I'll simply blame the rum. Just make sure that I...he," Hook corrected at the last second, as if just remembering that while he and Jones were the same, they were entirely different people in this operation. "He remains occupied. Doesn't return to my ship. I'll take care of the rest and get you when I'm done."
