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...
Annabel shivered as she followed Laura down the steeply inclined tunnel. Being naked from the waist down had seemed quite funny at the outset. Now with the chill of the tomb around her it was quite a different matter. Fortunately Laura was setting a fast pace and the effort of keeping up was helping to keep her warm. The only light source was the strong beam...
Drums throb relentlessly, a heavy rhythm that works its way into your head. No ethereal elven flutes this time, this was the music of the Karsh...war drums. The cavern was once again filled to brimming with the flashing black plumage of the Karsh warriors, no female or slave was visible amidst the painted masses. The drummers form a semicircle at one end of...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
From the Journal of Victoria St. Christopher: September 5th, 1879 I have decided to begin this log of my thoughts and experiences now, as we begin our journeys overland through Africa, rather than during the period whilst we were at sea, for two reasons; the first being that sea voyages are commonplace now, and unworthy of note in a historical journal; and...
As Flora and I entered her "village", it grew larger in appearance, the depth of its interior making it clear that the lack of tall buildings hid the true extent and size of this thriving community of river dwellers. I saw tribesmen, their wives, and children everywhere, with the women unabashedly engaged in breastfeeding and other important pursuits. Modest...
Jack Davis sat in the lobby impatiently waiting for the hair dresser to see him. Flipping through the pile of magazines in front of him, he finally settled on an old issue of 'National Geographic' with some spear-wielding native tribesmen on the cover. His decision wasn't particularly deep... he liked the bone piercings in their noses, and most of the other...
Aden Settlement, 1835 Greetings my old comrade. No doubt the weather in Russia finds you well this time of year. As you may have correctly surmised by now, I am currently in Asia, so I suppose the next round of this little game of ours can begin in earnest. I'm currently en route to India, via the port of Aden in Southern Arabia. Unfortunately, the pickings...
I am grateful that you let me share your fire and food with me, the night is cold and foul things are abroad in the dark. Perhaps I can offer this short tale, one concerning the meeting of two interesting women, in return for your hospitality. Nasarah strode through the jungle like a hunting cat, her stride long and fast, her glowing red eyes searching t...
BEFORE PRESENT TIME The Chief shook the rattle, standing behind the Medicine Man as Mitena, known as New Moon, gritted her teeth and pressed down. Sweat oozed from her dark skin, her voluminous hair plastered to her forehead as she panted, working to bring the child forth. Her uncle stood at the head of the bed, massaging her shoulders and whispering words...