Katiller Character Short: Going Dark

Katiller Character Short: Going Dark

Ah, bok. I hate getting shot. Bener winced as Eser poured antiseptic over the furrow creasing Bener’s upper arm. He glanced down, grimacing as more blood beaded up on the wound. At least it’s just a graze. Much better than the alternative, had he been much slower ducking for cover. Didn’t make it hurt any

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Katiller Character Short: Between Brothers

Katiller Character Short: Between Brothers

If cooperating with the U.S. military means staying in places like this—I quit. Kenan scowled as yet another rat darted to a hole in the corner of the concrete bunker. There must be more rats in that wall than Savas has guns. “Here.” Savas’s gruff voice startled Kenan from his thoughts as his brother shoved

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Katiller Character Short: Scorpions and Webchats

Katiller Character Short: Scorpions and Webchats

“You stole my computer.” Bener glanced up from his map, forgetting the dull pain behind his eyes at the dangerous tone lurking in that bland phrase. Eser glared over the top of his laptop at Savas, who studiously avoided his brother’s eyes and continued sharpening the knife in his hands. “Not stolen. Never moved the

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Katiller Character Short: Desert Viper

Katiller Character Short: Desert Viper

Stupid sandstorm. Savas grimaced as he blew more grit out of his sniper scope. The storm had popped up and disappeared in less than two hours, but it had been unexpected and caught him unawares. I hate cleaning sand. It gets absolutely everywhere. He dropped a tiny cleaning brush and glanced around the cramped abandoned bunker

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Katiller Character Short: Ghost in the Machine

Katiller Character Short: Ghost in the Machine

“I don’t get it.” Stef adjusted her round reading glasses and peered at the laptop screen. “These random flags keep popping up in my website code. This has to be the fifteenth time I’ve fixed this stupid thing.” Okay, so it was probably more like the fifth. But still. I’m slipping. I must be getting

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Katiller Character Short: Dreaming

Katiller Character Short: Dreaming

Kris sat up, gasping, reaching out and finding only tangled sheets. She fell back on the bed, drawing in hurried breaths, and closed her eyes. God. That dream. It always started the same way. Her and Kenan, sitting on the grass, talking and laughing about nothing of importance. His smile, warming her from the inside

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Part 1: Author Karis Waters talks “Kenan”

Part 1: Author Karis Waters talks “Kenan”

To purchase your own electronic or softcover copy of Kenan, book 1 in the Katiller series, just pop on over to our Crosshair Press bookstore. Learn more about authors Karis Waters and Carrie Lemke  on their bio pages and read character shorts from the Katiller series on our blog. 

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Between the Lines: Bener

Between the Lines: Bener

“Oh, come on. You know the tuna with noodles is the worst.” Bener glanced at Savas and Kenan, who sat sorting through the gear for their latest assignment. In between counting ammunition, packing electronics and sorting protective gear, it seemed the two were squabbling about—which MRE is the least appetizing? Bener shook his head. At

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Between the Lines: Stef

Between the Lines: Stef

People say I’m crazy. And maybe they’re right. Personally, I don’t really care one way or the other. Why would I? I’m the spoiled youngest child in a large Italian family who will no doubt someday give me a wedding even bigger and fatter than the famed Greek one. But before I’m shackled with matrimonial

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Between the Lines: Eser

Between the Lines: Eser

This is some of the shoddiest code I have ever laid eyes on. Eser stared at the computer screen for a moment before shaking his head and resuming his typing. Seriously, it looks worse than that one time I tried to teach Savas how to hack a computer. Yeah, that had been a disaster and

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Between the Lines: Jena

Between the Lines: Jena

The metal zipper on the suitcase squealed as Jena bounced on the piece of luggage, tugging the zipper the last few inches. Climbing off the suitcase, she sighed and swiped sweaty straggles of hair behind her ear. I look like a molting chicken. Her phone chimed and Jena dug through the pile of clothing rejects

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Between the Lines: Savas

Between the Lines: Savas

Why do people never look up? Savas smirked, watching the oblivious crowds below through the crosshair of his rifle scope. In the years he’d been active as a sniper in the field, he’d learned that no matter the circumstances, people rarely looked up for danger. Not that he was complaining. Made his job that much easier.

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