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Without standing up the cards slid along the table and into Murolo's suit pocket. The show was over. "What the shit?" Sheila E said. "Our stands reflect our own minds...very obviously, in your case. So obsessed with pointless hierarchy, the actual fortune telling was half-assed."
January 9, 2026 at 12:33 PM
Without standing up the cards slid along the table and into Murolo's suit pocket. The show was over. "What the shit?" Sheila E said. "Our stands reflect our own minds...very obviously, in your case. So obsessed with pointless hierarchy, the actual fortune telling was half-assed."
Those eyes so devoid of expression they had less warmth than glass beads in an old doll's face. These were eyes without mercy, without anything left in his heart. She blinked, and Volpe was looming over her.
January 9, 2026 at 11:54 AM
Those eyes so devoid of expression they had less warmth than glass beads in an old doll's face. These were eyes without mercy, without anything left in his heart. She blinked, and Volpe was looming over her.
His whole body felt like it was floating. As if the sensation of that misstep had never ended...no, it had grown stronger, echoing through his entire body. "Is this his...?" Fugo was moving farther from Kocaqi, like he was running backwards.
January 9, 2026 at 11:19 AM
His whole body felt like it was floating. As if the sensation of that misstep had never ended...no, it had grown stronger, echoing through his entire body. "Is this his...?" Fugo was moving farther from Kocaqi, like he was running backwards.
His legs began stamping harder and harder, and more and more often they drove him in the same direction. He was falling sideways, propelled by his own strength.
January 9, 2026 at 10:48 AM
His legs began stamping harder and harder, and more and more often they drove him in the same direction. He was falling sideways, propelled by his own strength.
That meant Night Bird Flying was starting to take control. The stand's power was growing. Which meant... She must be close by. As the thought crossed his mind, someone hit him from the side. They didn't try to grab him, just hit and pulled away.
January 9, 2026 at 10:08 AM
That meant Night Bird Flying was starting to take control. The stand's power was growing. Which meant... She must be close by. As the thought crossed his mind, someone hit him from the side. They didn't try to grab him, just hit and pulled away.
Fugo stood up. This was their signal; when Buccellati wanted to be left alone, he would ask his men to put a record on. They were to leave as soon as it started. "Bitches Brew?" This was Buccellati's favorite. But Buccellati shook his head. "No. Make it Elevator to the Gallows."
January 9, 2026 at 9:32 AM
Fugo stood up. This was their signal; when Buccellati wanted to be left alone, he would ask his men to put a record on. They were to leave as soon as it started. "Bitches Brew?" This was Buccellati's favorite. But Buccellati shook his head. "No. Make it Elevator to the Gallows."
"Nothing much," Fugo shrugged. "They'll put me through whatever the minimum educational requirements are, then put me out on the street." "So you have no intention of going home?" "Home?"
January 9, 2026 at 8:52 AM
"Nothing much," Fugo shrugged. "They'll put me through whatever the minimum educational requirements are, then put me out on the street." "So you have no intention of going home?" "Home?"
Kocaqi answered. "I took care of him." Sheila E looked grim. This looked bad. But if she was inclined to give up this easily, she would never have been here. "Voodoo Child!" She dashed forward, her stand lunging beside her toward the old man.
January 9, 2026 at 8:16 AM
Kocaqi answered. "I took care of him." Sheila E looked grim. This looked bad. But if she was inclined to give up this easily, she would never have been here. "Voodoo Child!" She dashed forward, her stand lunging beside her toward the old man.
The remains of twenty men, destroyed beyond recognition, the pieces scattered across the room. This was the work of Massimo Volpe's stand gone berserk. As he picked his way through the carnage, he muttered something under his breath. "But what exactly is this 'stone mask'?"
January 9, 2026 at 7:38 AM
The remains of twenty men, destroyed beyond recognition, the pieces scattered across the room. This was the work of Massimo Volpe's stand gone berserk. As he picked his way through the carnage, he muttered something under his breath. "But what exactly is this 'stone mask'?"
"Deep down you despise that 'common sense'. Otherwise why would you ever hit a teacher with a dictionary? In the bottom of your heart, the fact that other people don't believe what you believe infuriates you. Thats why you suddenly snap at people over nothing. That's your nature"
January 9, 2026 at 7:03 AM
"Deep down you despise that 'common sense'. Otherwise why would you ever hit a teacher with a dictionary? In the bottom of your heart, the fact that other people don't believe what you believe infuriates you. Thats why you suddenly snap at people over nothing. That's your nature"
Things they didn't want anyone else to hear – thoughts and feelings that seeped into the ground, their guilty and self-loathing trapping them here, haunting the place until Sheila E's stand pulled them to the surface.
January 9, 2026 at 6:27 AM
Things they didn't want anyone else to hear – thoughts and feelings that seeped into the ground, their guilty and self-loathing trapping them here, haunting the place until Sheila E's stand pulled them to the surface.
It was just business, all to my benefit. It was a waste to fray my nerves for either of them. I never allowed myself to feel stress for anyone, my entire life. But then..."
January 9, 2026 at 5:53 AM
It was just business, all to my benefit. It was a waste to fray my nerves for either of them. I never allowed myself to feel stress for anyone, my entire life. But then..."
His legs shaking, nearly crumpling, he leaned forward. He fell to one knee, but he grabbed hold of Giorno's hand.
January 9, 2026 at 5:19 AM
His legs shaking, nearly crumpling, he leaned forward. He fell to one knee, but he grabbed hold of Giorno's hand.
When Massimo Volpe was born, his family's fortunes had long since collapsed. The majority of his extended family had sold their titles to bourgeois merchants for a hefty sum, leaving him with innumerable aunts and uncles of no actual blood relation.
January 9, 2026 at 4:45 AM
When Massimo Volpe was born, his family's fortunes had long since collapsed. The majority of his extended family had sold their titles to bourgeois merchants for a hefty sum, leaving him with innumerable aunts and uncles of no actual blood relation.
'Trish is me.' What could that mean? A mere expression of sympathy? Narancia and Trish hadn't know each other well enough to give rise to emotions like that. They really didn't know each other at all.
January 9, 2026 at 4:10 AM
'Trish is me.' What could that mean? A mere expression of sympathy? Narancia and Trish hadn't know each other well enough to give rise to emotions like that. They really didn't know each other at all.
"Hell no. I'm not calling an idiot 'sir.' Besides, Buccellati's doesn't even let us call him that." "Oh? Wait, did you just call me an idiot?" "Buccellati hates idiots." "Uh-oh."
January 9, 2026 at 3:34 AM
"Hell no. I'm not calling an idiot 'sir.' Besides, Buccellati's doesn't even let us call him that." "Oh? Wait, did you just call me an idiot?" "Buccellati hates idiots." "Uh-oh."
"This was an enemy whose true power only activated after the stand's owner died. He was powered by hatred his owner felt at the moment of death, and no longer needed the human to think for him.
January 9, 2026 at 2:58 AM
"This was an enemy whose true power only activated after the stand's owner died. He was powered by hatred his owner felt at the moment of death, and no longer needed the human to think for him.
"What's wrong?" Giorno asked, gently. Fugo couldn't look up. "I...I just thought...why am I here? Not Buccellati? Why am I the one swearing fealty to you instead of him?" It would be so much easier then.
January 9, 2026 at 2:23 AM
"What's wrong?" Giorno asked, gently. Fugo couldn't look up. "I...I just thought...why am I here? Not Buccellati? Why am I the one swearing fealty to you instead of him?" It would be so much easier then.
"Nothing much," Fugo shrugged. "They'll put me through whatever the minimum educational requirements are, then put me out on the street." "So you have no intention of going home?" "Home?"
January 9, 2026 at 1:48 AM
"Nothing much," Fugo shrugged. "They'll put me through whatever the minimum educational requirements are, then put me out on the street." "So you have no intention of going home?" "Home?"
The rude customer realized a crowd was gathering, and gave up the fight, grumbling to himself. The captain beckoned Fugo and his brothers on board. "My son will be happy to help you kids out. Bruno!" "Yes, Dad?" A bright looking boy came out of the cabin.
January 9, 2026 at 1:11 AM
The rude customer realized a crowd was gathering, and gave up the fight, grumbling to himself. The captain beckoned Fugo and his brothers on board. "My son will be happy to help you kids out. Bruno!" "Yes, Dad?" A bright looking boy came out of the cabin.
He was not the least bit surprised when Fugo self-destructed and got himself expelled. He had known it would happen, and it had. But that unpleasant feeling remained.
January 9, 2026 at 12:32 AM
He was not the least bit surprised when Fugo self-destructed and got himself expelled. He had known it would happen, and it had. But that unpleasant feeling remained.
He knew the man. But before he threw himself into this blood-stenched underworld. "Volpe's...an old friend of mine," he said. Murolo and Sheila E both gave him looks of deep suspicion. "What are you talking about? He's ten years older than you!"
January 8, 2026 at 11:58 PM
He knew the man. But before he threw himself into this blood-stenched underworld. "Volpe's...an old friend of mine," he said. Murolo and Sheila E both gave him looks of deep suspicion. "What are you talking about? He's ten years older than you!"
"That was..." Sheila E had a good idea who her enemy was. "Soft Machine...the power to remove all thickness from things. You're supposed to be on our side, Mario Zucchero!" As she spoke, her eyes darted this way and that.
January 8, 2026 at 11:22 PM
"That was..." Sheila E had a good idea who her enemy was. "Soft Machine...the power to remove all thickness from things. You're supposed to be on our side, Mario Zucchero!" As she spoke, her eyes darted this way and that.
"As long as there is guilt in a man's heart, your power can never be removed, right? As long as there is guilt. But I have none. My heart deals only in facts, as it has always done. You can dig up all the voices you want – I hear them all every day."
January 8, 2026 at 10:46 PM
"As long as there is guilt in a man's heart, your power can never be removed, right? As long as there is guilt. But I have none. My heart deals only in facts, as it has always done. You can dig up all the voices you want – I hear them all every day."
It was like every driver in the area had lost their mind – no, not 'like' – they had lost their minds. "This is her doing!" This had to be Angelica Attanasio's Night Bird Flying. Had it found them? No, the effect was covering too large an area, too indiscrite.
January 8, 2026 at 10:12 PM
It was like every driver in the area had lost their mind – no, not 'like' – they had lost their minds. "This is her doing!" This had to be Angelica Attanasio's Night Bird Flying. Had it found them? No, the effect was covering too large an area, too indiscrite.