A/N: My second try at a weaponry story. oOO Summary: "You want me to save the world from my demented Ex-Boyfriend? You've got to be kidding me." In a world full of choices, Dante has only a few. She just wants a peaceful, quiet, gunless life in the country where she can forget her bloody past. Forged passports, name changes, and isolation in the most rem...
To my dear sister, We have set out for Uncle Yvun's mysterious ranch, and already, I begin to wonder. Jerrod, the stockman, really doesn't seem to like the natives here. Makes me wonder if Uncle Yvun's done something wrong. Jerrod assures me it's our legally bought land, though, and none of the natives have been in a hurry to accuse us of claimjumping, exac...
The Ferengi have an instrument called an OoPok. It's a bit like a zither. As a human, I'll probably never be taken seriously as an OoPok musician, but it won't be for lack of trying. I follow all of the traditions of my craft religiously, even if it isn't immediately obvious why every one is important. Why do we whisper the seventh rule of acquisition into t...
CHAPTER 52 Sure enough the jet was barely in the air when a Major came over and started in on Derek because he was in his uniform and I was in a suit. He said, "Who the hell you think you are boy I am Major Burns in charge here. You're under arrest landing on my base without permission taking personnel without authorization and I will have a few more charge...
I work for a national magazine. I've been there for over five years now. We publish stories and photographs of odd and interesting people, places, and things. My group focuses on the unique people of the world. My job is photography. * * * About a year ago, some of the governments of foreign countries felt we were exploiting their natives, and if we wishe...
Chena Yang stood on the deck of her ship, arms neatly folded. Draped in her bright red admiral's robe, she surveyed her fleet, and for the thousandth time she swelled with pride. Dozens of junks, each one hundreds of feet long and with a rudder five times the height of a woman, rode the easterly winds across the great ocean. The mighty red square sails of t...
Jinx stretched lazily, luxuriating in the tingles of utter satisfaction that ran up from the soles of her feet to her scalp and down again. She felt blessed coolness on her naked body, a counterpoint to the warm, solid arms hugging her waist and the hands cupping her breasts as she reached full consciousness. Those hands tightened over the bounty they seem...
Roger Petherington looked angrily at his wife, Cynthia and their 22 year old daughter, Penelope. 'What the hell went on yesterday, Cynthia?' 'What do you mean dear? Why are you so angry?' I've had a call from the District Commissioner. Apparently King M'gobo is incandescent with rage and, according to him, it is because of you and Penelope.' 'Why, that is...
I woke up in a daze, the last thing I remember was flying over the Femington Archipelago and then bang. I moved my hand up to my forehead but it was pinned down with a huge piece of metal from the small charter plane my company hired for us to fly over to New Caledonia. I began to panic, being pinned down by the giant weight was hugely uncomfortable and I wa...
This is a major rewrite of the first version of the story. Basically, everything except the beginning has been rewritten. I hadn't thought out much of how the world worked before I started writing, so this is an attempt to make it a little more internally consistent and to explain how the magic works. * Crossing the trading post's compound, I was quietly f...