"It's called 'Valengasus SaVantera' or the Nightflower." I slapped at the mosquito on my neck. Looking back I still was not impressed. "Really Martin? Really? Two planes, a jeep ride through hell and a five hour slog through rain forest for this?" Martin smiles at me. His big toothed grin, which shows how badly he needs to see a dentist. "Here." He trie...
"I am god." The closed eyed lover teased after treating me wonderfully under the starlight, "Who shall you be?" Ah you, you lay there before me, resplendent after our rapturous mating. Do smile for me. My handsome warrior, king of dreams. How ethereal you are. "Oh Ren, I am your goddess..." I said softly tracing his beautiful full lips. It rouses you. I s...
Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale Chapter 3 ***** "Oooh, Iga, come quick, I think I found her!" I exclaim in hushed tones as I pull the tray from the freezer. Iga hurries to my side, and examines the toe tag on the body, "Yeah, says so," she peers around me to get a good look at our prospect, "Something of a looker, too....
Rosemary Palm looked at the application form and then up at the applicant. The young woman was certainly comely in a slender, aristocratic way but it was that last adjective which disturbed her. Lady Brandywine looked aristocratic because she really was an aristocrat, a cadet member of one of Ankh-Morpork's oldest, richest and most renowned families. So what...
"Sophie! Sophie! Sophie!" the girls all chanted, egging on the gorgeous blonde. The college junior looked at each of her friends in turn, but none of them showed the faintest interest in letting her off the hook. She might have been able to play boys like marionette dolls, but against three BFF's her French charm was powerless. It was time to put up or shut...
Eshenesra pulled the travelling cloak tighter around her shoulders. The night was a bitter cold and although her leather armor was tough, it did little to keep the chill from setting in. The farmland surrounding the village of Wealdstone stretched around her as far as the eye could see, with only occasional small homesteads dotting the landscape. Wealdstone...
Returned next week, the usual Friday night rigmarol of shopping for the week, tired, with a list in my hand of immediate/weekly want's. Thinking of Karen!...look around, usual bunch of people, busy with their own thoughts and day-to-day- problems.. 'Get it over with and go home' ..no Karen in sight . . . 'Oh Well'.. It was in the Buiscuit Ailse. I was seekin...
Marsha had been intrigued with the idea of putting 'things' into her body for as long as she could remember. Perhaps 'actively engaged' was a better way to describe it. She always endeavored to satisfy her curiosities with immediate action. Her Mother never tired of telling the story of finding her little girl with a string bean in each nostril and the leg...
A girlfriend at college, Kathy, invited me to Cape Cod for a weekend in late June. Her family had a house on South Pamet Road, in Truro, within the Cape Cod National Seashore, where existing houses were "grandfathered in" for their final years of private ownership. Gradually, they all will be razed and cleared. It is a vanishing paradise with sprawling paste...
They traded them. Frion and his best friend, for two of this tribe's weakest hunters. They had three months to prove their usefulness. Frio was about average height, skinny, with brown hair and a not-quite-full beard. Gisho, his best friend, was as skinny as him, but a full head taller, and less hairy, which was odd among even their own kind. He felt unnec...