You come home exhausted from the long flight and the trouble at the airport. However, all that exhaustion is overruled when you take the relic out of your bag. It's a magical oil lamp. Years of research and expeditions have led you to this moment. It all started with that strange call you got about a month ago. A reader of your blog had heard rumours of king...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
A small tale for our times, being my entry for the "Love the Ones..." story event. May we all find our own lamp. + Duster in hand, Tammy looked around the shuttered shop. Its owner, her uncle, was down with the virus, leaving her in charge of Azdem's Antiques. Conveniently, the job came with a small furnished apartment above the store. Actually, given...
The life of a Fallen Angel isn't easy. Sometimes, it amazes me how wrong humans are about us. For example, the Christians believe that we're cute entities modeled after human beings in looks and temperament, only we have wings and halos. The Jews share a similar belief. The Muslims believe that Angels don't have wings, and they don't believe in the concept o...
This story was forked off of Ovyah Discovered. Some elements were derived from work by the always extremely cool Colleem. A thousand thousand lifespans of the universe ago, a thousand thousand multiverses away, there had been a savage land of sorcery and blade, anger and righteousness, fury and fear, cunning and courage, glory... and greed. Always greed. It...
Author's Note: I went a little long again, so I hope the story carries the length for those reading Laresa's tale. Apologies for the delay between Ch. 23 and 24 as well. Almost no sex in this chapter, either. Just a little heads-up for anyone who might be looking for a stroke story. ====================== The Dark Ages – England ======================...
The streets and sidewalks of Mogadishu baked under the blast furnace of a sun. Peter Hayes, sweating through his thin cotton shirt and light khaki pants, worked his way through the teeming foot traffic to the streetside café. He was several minutes late for the meeting, something he disliked, but the impression of the American operation was one of lounginess...
Author's Note: My apologies for the long gap between this chapter and the last. Real life dealt me some serious blows and I struggled with the muse. Please enjoy this chapter of Laresa and feel free to comment and vote if you'd like. Most of all thank you for enjoying Laresa ~ Red Ben jerked awake as the sound of rain splattering against the window mingled...
Dear readers, my deepest thanks for sticking with it this long, I know this chapter has been a bit slow in the offing, now due to the sheer size of the chapter I thought it was best if I carve it up a little hence there are two parts to chapter 9, if all goes according to plan these should be uploaded around the same time. However both are still long and par...
Changsha China, Two Months Ago My contact in Guangzhou has found some information for me. He wanted to meet me in Hong Kong, but something happened and he's disappeared," Sarai says excitedly. Sarai Leclair is a strikingly attractive woman, standing five foot ten, with piercing electric green eyes. Her father is a French diplomat, whom on a visit to China...