Jamie was hunched over his notebook; the papers filled with scribbles detailing each of the thirteen blood lines. He had to find the key to the tomb and it was hidden somewhere in the hierarchy, he was sure of it. Pressed gently against the paper, his lead pencil took down the minor details streaming from his mind. Crack! He must have leaned on it too...
"Do you remember our wedding day?" "Sex in the cloakroom you mean?" "You're thinking of somebody else, I'm sure..." Though of course, she wasn't. My bride had always been the randy sort, and we had indeed consummated our vows in a disused storage area while the cater arranged the cake cutting staging. I had initiated the tryst by reminding her of our f...
"After the first glass of absinthe you see things as you wish they were. After the second you see them as they are not. Finally you see things as they really are . . . ." ― Oscar Wilde ***** I. As We Wish Things My husband held my hand as we walked from the restaurant towards a bar to meet his biggest client for drinks. This was a historic part of town wi...
Luckily for me—or maybe a little unluckily—I'd programmed my machine to jerk me back to 'reality' after six hours. The artist Chad had a pretty good life, but I didn't know about retiring there. I fixed the bug, but it gave me an idea. I'd been lucky so far, but jumping into other realities without a clue as to how to get along there was dangerous. The fir...
The next morning at breakfast mom was starring off into space as she drank her coffee. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about what supplies we need." "You okay about going back to the boatyard?" "Why shouldn't I be? You said that there weren't any more psychos there." "No. Not that I know of." 'And those guys were nice, righ...
"Are you excited?" My wife Erin asked me as we got in the car. She was beaming ear to ear. "I guess," I replied apprehensively. Erin backed the silver SUV out of the driveway and we started down the road. "I might be more excited if you would finally tell me where we are going." "No way Bradley." Erin's smile morphed from excited to mischievous. "I told...
The low peak of an ancient mountain lay between the Women's School for Behavior Corrections and the little town of Stonecrest. The brothel in Stonecrest belonged to Master Thomas. The distance from the school to his brothel was 19 miles by the road that ran around the base of the mountain. But the distance was much shorter by way of a tunnel that ran under t...
Connor KilCormac staggered blindly through the thick tangle of vines under the canopy of trees as darkness fell and his life leaked out of him in great, red drops. The clash of iron rang in his ears and the stench of death was strong in his nostrils. His blood-matted hair hung in his blue eyes and his breath blasted from his open mouth in clouds of steam. Co...
Adria was like royalty. That's the thing you have to keep in mind through all this. Royalty didn't really exist yet, but she was it. Father, her father, had a big house and a lot of people who worked for him. He was considered wise for a human, and he was loved not only by humans, but other things as well. This is how Adria came to be such good friends with...
If someone had asked me, just a few hours ago, whether I'd agree to take a late-night walk with a man I'd only just met... Stranger danger. At the nursery school where I worked we were always telling the children about that. Never go off with a stranger, never take things from a stranger... "Not past your bedtime yet then?" Adam teased, his hand warm in m...