Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
Evening mists licked the feathered edges of the shadows as they lengthened across the valley floor. Dusk was enveloping the low depression and the tattered big top that stood in a sort of forlorn solitude, alone except for an equally neglected Winnebago and a rusted-out pickup parked nearby. Along the perimeter of the adjacent property overlooking the valley...
ORPHANS OF THE STORM: A Last Supper in 'The Big Easy' (NOTE: the following is explicit adult fantasy only! No resemblance, predictions/endorsements of, or other inferences to, persons, places, or acts, real or fictitious, is implied therein! ) I Red sky at morning/"Any ol' port ...": So - it had finally happened; everyone's worst nightmare come true. New...
"I'm not fucking going into one of those places. You can stick your retirement village right up your fucking arse, I've lived in this house for the last fifty years and there's no way that I'm leaving it now. I don't give a flying fuck what you say, I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself." I was angry, angrier than I could ever imagine being, so angry...
She had looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary and from the way his mother had been humming while serving him his morning pancakes, it seemed the canary was still singing in her belly. Alan wondered why that should be. He had to admit she looked good with a smile on her face, but he hadn't seen his mother crack a smile in two years. His brain kept...
It was nearing midnight when I finally reached the town I called home. I had spent the last week on a road trip covering some of the outlining parts of my sales territory. I work for a major multinational drug manufacturer and it was my responsibility to make sure the medical staff in my territory was recommending our brand products over all others. Every si...
~~Jack~~ Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn't get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean...
I was honored to be asked to participate in "Highway Song." I hope you enjoy my effort. "Fuck yeah!" I screamed into my cell phone as I headed west on I-70 about two hours short of Columbus, OH, on a beautiful, sunny July Sunday. I had to scream into the phone: I was cruising down the road at 70 miles per hour with both windows down and the sunroof open. T...
PROLOGUE Saturday 2 October 2005, 1643hrs Harry Crabtree had just seen his beloved Villa go 2-3 behind in the 88th minute and was in dismay at the certainty that they would stay in the bottom three relegation area for the next fortnight. Then, he felt his Palm PDA vibrate to show he had received an email. Glancing at his mate Gary, who was using Harry's w...
Carla and Troy set up a very different type of club. *** Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and are 18 years or...