Chapter Twenty – The Great Fire Silvítya was worried that the Grand Duke might somehow find out about her conversation with Protector Buláshckt, given his talent for figuring out people's secrets. However, living two years in the castle had made her as talented at hiding her emotions and thoughts as the ruler was for discerning them. Besides, he was distrac...
Vanessa operated her scanner, watching a holographic display map out the surrounding terrain. She sighed. Another day, another survey. She couldn't wait to get off this planet, off this job. Come to Venus they said, a jewel among the stars they said! It didn't take her long to find out that Venus was the butterface planet of the solar system, pretty from af...
Geneva Chambers looked at the silver ball in her hand and swallowed. She shivered, half in anticipation and half in anxiety, knowing the consequences of that turn of fate. Appreciative mumbles and murmurs showed that the rest of the School of Arts and Humanities saw the color of the little sphere in her hand and there was a rustle of activity around her husb...
"Look you've got me all wrong, officer. He stole my wife. I'm just wanting to get her back." "It's not really kidnapping, if she's free to go at any time," the policeman sighed as he shut his notebook. Ron Franklin shook his head as he took one last pleading look at the overworked civil servant and left. He'd been trying for months to get his wife, Ellen,...
The year was 1987, I was 20, and it was January in Grand Rapids Michigan. I had just gotten out of the Army and as soon as I returned home I decided to go to a trade school for electronics. Since it had always been a hobby of mine, I already knew everything that they were going to teach me in that school, I just went in order to get the piece of paper that s...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Five: The Ride's Up to You I entered a crowded tavern within five minutes' walk of the Church and stepped up to the bar. The clientele was a sampling from the neighborhood. Here were shopkeepers on lunch, the elderly, some loudmouths, and the usual crowd I'm sure. One can te...
I remember every touch … every word, just as if it had happened yesterday. Even as I sit here alone contemplating all that he ever said to me, I ache to hear more. “How did you first meet him?” seems to be the most common question when I dare to speak his name. And as I try to think back, I can’t really answer. It is as if I always knew him and him, me. We w...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...
Chapter Thirteen – The Grand Duke's Castle Danka's ride approached the capitol from the north, following the main road along the East Danube River. The road was thick with travelers and trading caravans. Fine farms, nice manor houses, and prosperous villages covered the landscape. The land in Danubia's westernmost province was the best the Grand Duchy had t...
In the weeks which followed my less-than-orthodox indoctrination into the Sorority of the Knife, I got along with my life as best I was able. I was still being pulled in every direction but the ones I wanted to go, but I also became my own agent in those halls as well. Those other influences in my life, I merely tolerated so as to keep myself alive until an...