Arl Eamon was cured. The ashes were proven to exist, and they were... a miracle. That's the only word I could think of. Once he was awake and ready to resume his rule, which was within the day, such was the power of the ashes, we sat down with him and told him everything that had happened since Ostagar, if not before. He shared his sorrow about the loss of C...
Part 1: There is only one truth about time in prison. Interrogation, and waiting The walls of my cell are comprised of a total of 22 stones. No one stone is the same height or width. The Tapalanie prison is inefficiently built, painfully built. Who would be able to live with themselves for erecting a prison? Slaves - only a slave would dig their own grave....
When I woke up the next morning my head still hurt. I thought at first that it had been a dream until I grabbed my phone and saw a large crack in the screen. The girls were downstairs eating cereal; they had gotten a better night's sleep but their faces were still swollen from crying. I joined them at the table, doing my best to strike up conversation to ge...
Vivian spent two days pondering her faith in the rundown house looking at herself in the mirror. Pink skin and the long tail showed no signs of disappearing and nothing she came up with helped her in any way. The priestess's connection to her old God was completely severed. In the morning of the third day, strange hunger forced the pink demon Vivian to look...
Archchancellor Ridcully held up the small simulacrum to the light and scowled darkly. He'd never seen one before but he knew what it was and he didn't like it. "Where'd this come from, Sam?" Commander Vimes tapped the ash off his cigar and grimaced. "Constable Brick, our youngest troll officer, was just coming off shift when another troll approached him...
Author's Note: Years ago, I wrote the most immature, cringiest, most embarrassing fanfiction I can remember. I forgot exactly where it is, though. Anyway, I'm still inspired by some concepts in that long lost story. I changed the plot entirely, altered all copyrighted characters to make them original, altered even the original characters I added, put in some...
Lazing on a deserted beach, enjoying the last few hours of sunshine on what had been an eventful honeymoon, Meryl and I lapsed into silence after discussing some very intimate details of her encounters in the previous days, which had made me look at her in a new light. Having drunk the best part of a bottle of Prosecco, purloined from the hotel breakfast ba...
"So, uh, before anyone does anything that they might regret," I said, lifting up my hands. Several Doyen paladins were standing before me and the rest of Bravo Squad (and Vicky Smith, but I wasn't sure that she counted yet) and each of them had their psi-swords crackling and sparking. Behind them, the civilians were rapidly fleeing the interior city. Clearly...
Carmen glared at her meagre pile of clothes, all crumpled and disorganised after her recent attempts at dressing herself. One shirt sported a tear along its side from when she'd tried to force it over her unfairly endowed chest, which stood out like a sore thumb on her torso. None of her bras had a hope of fitting now. She grimaced at the memory of trying to...
NOW Jesse watched as Delilah swung her ax with amazing power for a girl with such a small frame. The wood split instantly and he was quick to pick up the halves and toss them onto a pile resting in the sun before he took another log and placed in on the stump. Delilah gazed at him, her tone arms and chiseled shoulders flexing from the sleeveless shirt she...