Silly humans. Ares walked through the streets of New York, an economic hub in the United States of America and indeed, the world, turning his nose up at every human he passed by...which happened to be a lot. Of course, as he walked, most of them had the sense to give way for him. He stood at a commanding height of 6ft.6', he was heavily built; his biceps b...
We grew harder, that winter. Leaner. We were warriors, and believed that we were already hard men. But the rough living made us even tougher. Borna looked more wolf-like all the time. Khoren began to remind me of a starving bear. I didn't need a looking-glass to know that it was happening to me, too. I could feel it, almost - the fat burning away, leaving o...
It was Bonnie's dad who had instilled in her the love of a good, long road-trip. Her appreciation of the finer things such as a car loaded with snack-food and CDs, rest stops, and the nuances of "roadkill bingo" were all because of him. He enjoyed planning his routes as much as he did just tossing the bags in the trunk on a whim and picking a direction and d...
Part IV Chapter 39 ____________________________________ After Callahan returned to work - a week after the shootings at his apartment - he found and read through the material on Jennifer Spencer that the San Paulo PD had provided. He learned nothing new - nothing he didn't already know; in fact, their response was tentative, almost evasive, and that prese...
Readers, this is 100 percent fiction, although written in the first person. Just enjoy the fantasy. ***** Finally. Graduated. Class of 1978. 18 years old and ready to get away from home for good. Religiously oppressive mother and wimpy father have made my 18 years in that den very miserable. Enough said about home. At least for now. I could never do enoug...
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Chapter One Hundred Three: Alien Nation "Nice shot, by the way," I praised Kallian. "Not that nice -- I meant to nick his cheek." Zevran chortled, and I howled, bending over and propping my hands on my knees as I laughed. "Well thank you for erring in that direction! A guard with an apple pinned to his nose would not have helped our cause any." Kallian f...
"Do you think the Princess will be very angry?" A grin spread across Trogar's face. "Oh I should think so. She won't like being pushed off on me, even if I am a Prince. She'll have expected to be dealing with the Queen herself, or at the very least the Chancellor. I don't have any official position, so she won't know what she's dealing with." Trogar wrapped...
I've always loved this time of year, spring, the season of rebirth. I've been eager to get my hands back into the soil and watch everything come alive all around me. My garden has been my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It has been the answer: whether I was stressed, needed to seek solutions, or ground myself, or just yearned for beauty to appreciate. Rel...
The following day was Sunday. Margaret Pardoe never resented being duty-tutor on a Sunday, it was the only day of the week without any kind of formal lessons and she was only responsible for overseeing the pantywaists when they strolled outside in the grounds. That said, much of the time she could idle away in the headmistress's study in pretence of monitori...