Chapter 4 – Asserting Oneself The shallow stairs of the Metropolitan Museum were littered with people, even on a fall afternoon. Tabor kneeded her hands nervously as she stood awkwardly in her leg brace in front of the Gothic, monolithic Museum. "Shy, this is the worst museum. There are too many people." Shy quickly captured her elbows, not only to ush...
PROLOGUE: THREE MONTHS BEFORE The road was desert dusty; any driver would have known the end of it was off the paved path. The truck contributing to the dust had seen better years, and had a few worse ones yet to go. The driver was paying more attention to the bottle of beer the passenger was swilling than the road. The driver and passenger's skin was dar...
Morgana of the Black Moon. Harbinger of Hell, Ransacker of the Righteous, Violator of Virgins. Her titles number as many as her sins, her infamous cruelty only matched by her unsurpassed beauty, renowned and feared throughout the land for her mastery of sorcery and seduction. But, dear reader, she was not always so. Before she enshrouded the kingdom in dark...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the...
Author's Note: This series builds off of elements of the previous Panic Moon series. To get the full experience, it is recommended, though not necessary, to read that one first. Greetings, fellows! Here's the latest chapter of Rising, complete with a certain newcomer. Many thanks to my beta readers LogicalDreamer and Allyourbase, and if you like what you se...
Caitlin's log: Sunday, 10 a.m. I'm lying in bed with a terrible, nagging ache. You'd be forgiven for thinking I'd gone ten rounds with a Cabernet Sauvignon, but you'd be wrong. The ache was spiritual rather than physical, the apocalyptic realisation that for the third night running I'd lain awake for hour before falling asleep, contemplating all manner of th...
The very large, shabbily-dressed man walked up to him and said, "Okay, Doc. Just sign here for me." He scrawled his signature on the delivery form and handed it back. "You know, it's none of my business what you do on your own property, but I ain't never heard of no one building themselves an underground grain elevator." Rather than bother trying to explai...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hello, everyone! Sorry for the rather long delay, but I became a father since the last installment, and that tends to curb one's ability to write continuously. Not that I've given up, and you can expect to see more from this series, hopef...
"Nobody at the Bar" by Vic TG as "CopperSkink". All rights reserved, except the right to not be heckled. Derrick's continuing story takes place this time not in usual Rotterdale, North Carolina; but the forest (that I invented) of Macedonia, which turns out is its own country now. All characters twelve or eleven except for the two fuddy-duddies (who are the...
It was to be expected that Ruthless reported what all had transpired back to Oz promptly, who was having his own gloriously difficult time with his brother. Once they left the generator room they moved on to the store room Charlie kept all the dry and jarred food items in, arguing the entire way—the inventory was accurate though. He kept pickled items, jams...