diff --git a/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex b/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex index 8c547f9..8389f11 100644 --- a/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex +++ b/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex @@ -27,7 +27,7 @@ front of him. ``I've been waiting almost an hour.'' ``Well sorry kid,'' Bavarious responded as he trudged to his desk chair, ``I've just about had enough people for today.'' The kid stared at him unblinking. He was probably -thirteen or fourteen. ``Mr. Bavarious? I need to speak with +thirteen or fourteen. ``Mr.\ Bavarious? I need to speak with you about an important matter. Don't you think it's a little funny that a kid like me is here to see you? Let me introduce myself, I'm Oscar Crowley.'' While the kid was diff --git a/stories/CannedMacabre.For_the_Ch.tex b/stories/CannedMacabre.For_the_Ch.tex index 9136165..5b9990f 100644 --- a/stories/CannedMacabre.For_the_Ch.tex +++ b/stories/CannedMacabre.For_the_Ch.tex @@ -5,8 +5,8 @@ Norma's Diner is a horrible place to get a cup of joe. The only reason I was there was to meet a mysterious client that had insisted on anonymity. He had reached me twice by phone in the past -three weeks and only identified himself as Mr. M. I told him that I -would only take the case if we met face to face. Mr. M contacted me +three weeks and only identified himself as Mr.\ M. I told him that I +would only take the case if we met face to face. Mr.\ M contacted me again this morning by text message to say that we should meet here at Norma's at 10:30 sharp. @@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ without knowing the client, and I don't like to wait. The waitress pours me another cup of swill as I look over my notes -on Mr. M's case. He says he is being stalked and that threatening +on Mr.\ M's case. He says he is being stalked and that threatening messages are being sent to his e-mail and voice mail. He hints at the fact that some people are trying to blackmail him. He even casually ponders whether his life may be in danger. Its really not @@ -124,8 +124,8 @@ voice that was not at all sheepish or meek: -``Detective Bavarious, Mr. M wont be joining you today.'' he said in -a calm, controlled voice. ``In fact, I doubt that Mr. M will be +``Detective Bavarious, Mr.\ M wont be joining you today.'' he said in +a calm, controlled voice. ``In fact, I doubt that Mr.\ M will be contacting you again at all.'' This statement chilled me to my bones and instinctively I lowered one hand under the table to the Beretta clipped to my belt. @@ -136,14 +136,14 @@ I was all ears. -``You see, Det. Bavarious, Mr. M was being harassed, stalked and +``You see, Det. Bavarious, Mr.\ M was being harassed, stalked and blackmailed. and I am the one who was doing these things to him.'' The kid's voice was deeper now, and I must admit that he commanded my attention as few others could. -``I targeted Mr. M for the crimes that he has committed against +``I targeted Mr.\ M for the crimes that he has committed against children. He is a child molester and a murderer and I wish to see him imprisoned for these crimes{\ldots}'' @@ -183,7 +183,7 @@ of his chair and grabbed his book bag. -``Oh{\ldots} and Mr. M's real name is Michael Wilkinson. He is a biology +``Oh{\ldots} and Mr.\ M's real name is Michael Wilkinson. He is a biology teacher at Washington Junior High School. When you give the cops the disc, just tell them that it was given to you by another PI that knew who your client is.'' diff --git a/stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will.tex b/stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will.tex index 8ee60a3..1b79e26 100644 --- a/stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will.tex +++ b/stories/Detective_Thompson.Words_Will.tex @@ -30,7 +30,7 @@ writing like a pro. His teacher told him his writing could make James Joyce and Shakespeare spew jealous tears from their eye ducts. Bin's fellow students quaked in awe whenever he gave one of his weekly readings, weekly readings that had been insisted -upon by the principal, Mr. Howard. Mr. Howard hoped the other +upon by the principal, Mr.\ Howard. Mr.\ Howard hoped the other students would learn something from Bin. So far, all they learned was fear. And jealousy. diff --git a/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex b/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex index 6707bd7..1ad15d4 100644 --- a/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex +++ b/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex @@ -209,7 +209,7 @@ a blank expression. ``You brought your gun?'' Tim asked. -``Come here boys,'' he said loudly ``Mr. Luke is going to show you how +``Come here boys,'' he said loudly ``Mr.\ Luke is going to show you how to shoot.'' diff --git a/stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis.tex b/stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis.tex index dfde7f4..a728cb6 100644 --- a/stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis.tex +++ b/stories/Donde_Esta.The_Promis.tex @@ -112,7 +112,7 @@ the courage to speak. -``Mr. Slender, why'd you go after those children?'' +``Mr.\ Slender, why'd you go after those children?'' I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible. diff --git a/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex b/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex index 1bd7bd9..ee9509e 100644 --- a/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex +++ b/stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex @@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ in person? No? Could you put that down Bic pen already? You know the clicking, and all. I get skittish, too. Honestly it's alright. -You {\em do} seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr. Ehl +You {\em do} seem horribly tense. I am not, let me assure you, Mr.\ Ehl Bee. There is no need to go all star struck on me. I am as much of a nobody as you are, probably more of a nobody. @@ -384,7 +384,7 @@ fucking profile. I don't even fucking care. You think I haven't told -this story? Who {\em told} you this story? Was it Luke? Mr. Ehl +this story? Who {\em told} you this story? Was it Luke? Mr.\ Ehl Bee, Mr.\ Writing-under-a-Pseudonym-to-be-artsy-Biddick, with his prodigious talent and his intense, {\em fucking} eyebrows that he probably picks like a bitch? Was it? It wasn't. It was me. I diff --git a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Flow_My_Te.tex b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Flow_My_Te.tex index fa14861..b576c41 100644 --- a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Flow_My_Te.tex +++ b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Flow_My_Te.tex @@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ glass. -``Mr. Bavarious?'' he said. +``Mr.\ Bavarious?'' he said. ``That's what it says on the door, kid.'' He looked like he was about 12. diff --git a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex index 1e5f7d7..c7b3add 100644 --- a/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex +++ b/stories/King_Plum_the_Nth.Untitled.tex @@ -150,7 +150,7 @@ gut. He didn't so much as flinch. ``I know what she said,'' he said. ``She said I was harsh. That I abused them.'' He grimaced horribly and his eye teeth erected into fangs. ``But she never understood. You have -to be tough to live in a city like this, Mr. Bavarious. I only +to be tough to live in a city like this, Mr.\ Bavarious. I only wanted to make my little girls tough.'' The world was fading, purple splotches exploding in my vision. ``Amy will show you what I mean.'' The girl hissed, drawing her lips back from diff --git a/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex b/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex index 79e582b..f003a5f 100644 --- a/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex +++ b/stories/Ridgely__Fan.The_Cocoon.tex @@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ heard a voice from a hidden loudspeaker. -``Well well Mr. Landon. I see you're awake. I hope you +``Well well Mr.\ Landon. I see you're awake. I hope you like your surroundings, you'll be here for some time.'' @@ -55,7 +55,7 @@ speaker started again: -``Don't worry Mr. Landon, your headache shall soon pass. +``Don't worry Mr.\ Landon, your headache shall soon pass. Your kind heals quickly, even in your cocoon state. I can see you're confused. All shall become clear shortly.'' @@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ here{\ldots} -``Mr. Bravarious, I can just barely hear you through the speaker. +``Mr.\ Bravarious, I can just barely hear you through the speaker. Why don't you come down and talk to me through the bars? I'd like to talk man to man anyway.'' @@ -92,7 +92,7 @@ who I was dealing with. -``Mr. Bravarious, why did you take me here? Is this a joke? If +``Mr.\ Bravarious, why did you take me here? Is this a joke? If it is, I'll keep it between just us guys, you got me good. Just let me go.'' @@ -103,7 +103,7 @@ voice. -``I can tell that you're scared Mr. Landon, but that +``I can tell that you're scared Mr.\ Landon, but that fear too will pass, as you emerge from your cocoon.'' @@ -120,7 +120,7 @@ thing?'' -``Not exactly, Mr. Landon. You are one of an ancient race. A +``Not exactly, Mr.\ Landon. You are one of an ancient race. A race that has hunted humans for millennia. A predator that acts like a parasite. Your kind leave its offspring in the form of a human for humans to raise. When that offspring reaches adulthood, @@ -176,7 +176,7 @@ the right chord. ``It was a simple matter of checking the records at an orphanage where the last of your kind was known to feed. You had certain{\ldots} traits. I confirmed these traits by watching you -for the last two weeks. There is no uncertainty Mr. Landon, you are +for the last two weeks. There is no uncertainty Mr.\ Landon, you are the monster I was assigned to capture.'' @@ -195,7 +195,7 @@ spoke again before I could ask. -``Now Mr. Landon I have other duties to attend here. I must +``Now Mr.\ Landon I have other duties to attend here. I must assume you'll be alright.'' @@ -210,7 +210,7 @@ flowed anew. I had an idea. -``Mr. Bravarious, I haven't turned into one of these +``Mr.\ Bravarious, I haven't turned into one of these monsters yet. That means I'm still human. I'm human and I'm hurt, and I might die of thirst. Please just give me some water and some bandages before you go.'' @@ -235,7 +235,7 @@ I heard footsteps, and crept beside the doorway. -``Mr. Landon, I am leaving your supplies beside the +``Mr.\ Landon, I am leaving your supplies beside the do-`` diff --git a/stories/Swanky.Gold_Ribbo.tex b/stories/Swanky.Gold_Ribbo.tex index 7191ba8..0ad4859 100644 --- a/stories/Swanky.Gold_Ribbo.tex +++ b/stories/Swanky.Gold_Ribbo.tex @@ -132,7 +132,7 @@ little Johnny. begin to tear with his inevitable realization. ``Tommy and I are doing our science fair project, remember? He -was testing the effects of his mother's pills on Mr. Johnson. +was testing the effects of his mother's pills on Mr.\ Johnson. We ground it up in his orange juice.'' ``But{\ldots}what{\ldots}about{\ldots}'' @@ -146,7 +146,7 @@ hopeless. The unmistakable sound of a dentist drill could be heard in the background. -``Yes, Mr. Bavarious. Part.'' +``Yes, Mr.\ Bavarious. Part.'' Bavarious wept uncontrollably. diff --git a/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex b/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex index 299213b..323b47a 100644 --- a/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex +++ b/stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex @@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ said. ``Do tell, Luke.'' Brad leaned in, interested. -``Yes, Mr. Bavarious. I love your stories!'' Hooksey exclaimed, +``Yes, Mr.\ Bavarious. I love your stories!'' Hooksey exclaimed, excitedly. diff --git a/stories/Yaos.The_Killer.tex b/stories/Yaos.The_Killer.tex index 17146a2..7e518ba 100644 --- a/stories/Yaos.The_Killer.tex +++ b/stories/Yaos.The_Killer.tex @@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ who could it be? -``But that's not true Mr. Bavarius, killing can bring back +``But that's not true Mr.\ Bavarius, killing can bring back your son, because I can help you.'' Luke saw a man he had never seen before that looked like he was 50 years old with gray hair and balding. His sweater smelled of blood. ``Luke, I know diff --git a/stories/bagrada.The_Earach.tex b/stories/bagrada.The_Earach.tex index 96afd45..6bce1bd 100644 --- a/stories/bagrada.The_Earach.tex +++ b/stories/bagrada.The_Earach.tex @@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ to save. -``You have to help our friend, Mr. Bavarious!'' the kids +``You have to help our friend, Mr.\ Bavarious!'' the kids had said. ``She's been kidnapped by some freaky cult!'' The cops didn't believe them. Neither did their parents. But I did. I knew the dangers of not listening to kids. My diff --git a/stories/kerimeton.White.tex b/stories/kerimeton.White.tex index e12f2cd..54f6f93 100644 --- a/stories/kerimeton.White.tex +++ b/stories/kerimeton.White.tex @@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ any. -``Mr. Barvarious'' she repeated, still saying it wrong, +``Mr.\ Barvarious'' she repeated, still saying it wrong, ``I suppose I can admit you to a psychologist but I cannot do further for now.'' diff --git a/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex b/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex index a439581..acb1974 100644 --- a/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex +++ b/stories/lemonlime.A_Butter_K.tex @@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ happier supper table. -At first Mr. Boswell would turn it around and around, so that the +At first Mr.\ Boswell would turn it around and around, so that the lamplight flashed off its blade hypnotically. Then, holding the handle lightly between his thumb and all four fingers, as one would hold the bow of a cello, he would run that knife's dainty little @@ -25,13 +25,13 @@ teeth slowly up and down the length of his forearm, occasionally pausing to turn tight little circles over the network of veins decorating the inside of his wrist and displaying to all the precarious restraint in which his very life's blood was held. -Martin had used his father's butter knife once when Mr. Boswell was +Martin had used his father's butter knife once when Mr.\ Boswell was at work; from that day forth, seeing his father's shivers never failed to provoke an answering shiver in himself. -Then Mr. Boswell would turn the butter knife's attentions to his +Then Mr.\ Boswell would turn the butter knife's attentions to his scarred, scabbed hands, those stained and stinking hands which had fired the little gun that shot Martin's mother in the back as she tried to run for the last time. He would drag those hateful smiling @@ -42,10 +42,10 @@ to abrade and swell and eventually bleed. At first the wound was a minor one. But after being kept open by -Mr. Boswell's nightly ritual for the better part of a year it began +Mr.\ Boswell's nightly ritual for the better part of a year it began to grow wider and deeper. His flesh became purple and black and the stench of putrefaction was so strong that no one would willingly go -near Mr. Boswell except for Luke Bavarious, a former police +near Mr.\ Boswell except for Luke Bavarious, a former police detective turned bodyguard, and Martin. @@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ promise I'll hurry.'' Martin threw on a clean set of clothes and dashed back downstairs. His father never even looked at him as he took his seat as quietly -as he left it. Mr. Boswell did not shift his attention from the +as he left it. Mr.\ Boswell did not shift his attention from the butter knife until Bavarious walked into the dining room, claiming to have seen an intruder across the courtyard. Martin was immediately ordered to his bedroom for the night, and as he left @@ -82,10 +82,10 @@ before. -That night taught Martin that while Mr. Boswell was watching his +That night taught Martin that while Mr.\ Boswell was watching his butter knife, he could go anywhere and do anything without his father seeing him. Only Luke Bavarious could keep him from leaving -during those times. One night, as Mr. Boswell sat mesmerized by the +during those times. One night, as Mr.\ Boswell sat mesmerized by the clean red blood that seeped from his corrupted flesh, Martin went to the linen closet and pulled out a backpack in which he'd stashed clothing, food and a little money. Bavarious met him at the @@ -100,7 +100,7 @@ too, as soon as he sees that I want to leave.'' After looking at Martin for a moment, Luke said, ``I know, kid. After what he did to your Mom, I knew that I'd only leave this -house when I was dead. Mr. Boswell, he'd kill me in a second if he +house when I was dead. Mr.\ Boswell, he'd kill me in a second if he knew I was standing here talking to you and not killing you. No way can I let you stay here. Your father doesn't love or respect you. But he was a good man once, and I can't bear to live with having