Rob turned his head toward the open flap of the tent. He could see the tawny fringe of the Shewan subchief's buckskin jerkin at the fringe of the lamplight escaping the tent's doorway. And the two eagle's feathers sticking out to the side of the back of the native's head, up at the very top of the tent doorway. The savage must be at least six and a half feet...
Chapter Three The driving rhythm of the bass vibrated the walls of Elixir and the music spilled out into the street. The doormen seemed oblivious as one checked IDs while the other collected the five dollar cover charge. Jordan shivered as he waited in line. No doubt the others—Matt, Jessica, and Parker—were already inside, drinking without him. As the line...
The Watchman sensed it as it was happening. Such was both the gift and bane the gods had given him—not only that he could see much of what was to come but also that he could sense and feel much of what was happening now beyond his sight. He should have known. Dila was a man and yet he was also a child. When he was a child, as he lay under the Watchman and pl...
Just like always I can hear the nearest neighbour pour water into something before he shuts the water off. The soft padding of feet floating above my head. I follow the footsteps, wandering beneath him. It's fascinating, how I can hear every move he makes. I know when he goes to work, when he comes home, when he sleeps and when he wakes. I know that he list...
Horns and sirens echoed outside, the city full of life, drama, problems. Hating the fact that so many people out there were alive and laughing, enjoying the Friday night while Chay wasn't. Oh hell... I thought I was done with tears... Weary, swollen eyelids protested as his dark, tormented eyes filled with tears again. The salty crystalline droplets soaked...
He was almost completely untouchable. Even in his tribe he was an anomaly, the rest of the friendly people tactile by normal standards, but to him they kept a respected distance, granting him the space the shaman deserved by some silent demand to keep all hands off of his smooth dark skin. I had been in the jungle for months now, watching him out of the corn...
This story has some non-consent appearing here and there: If you don't like such things, please don't read. Other than that, enjoy! -Rinique ************************* They howled even though they hadn't shifted forms, the sound sharp and frightening, raising hairs on the back of his neck. Leaping over a decaying log, covered in moss and mushrooms, Damien...
Hey everyone! Thanks to your wonderful comments, here's a continuation of Some Kind of Voodoo. I recommend you read that one first, so that you can fully appreciate our dear Doctor's little silver-haired problem. * "We call it a video camera," I explained, setting up the camera on a steady tripod, digging the feet into the forest floor. Makya frowned at t...
My first sight of young Hilaron bathing so openly and lit by the late-afternoon sun, making the water flowing over him sparkle and glitter as if he were radiating light like a young god, had overwhelmed me with desire for him. And as I entered the courtyard of that fine estate, I could not have stopped myself from having him if I had wanted to. Perhaps the g...
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of . . . of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moa...