John's POV I mentally kicked myself, I had revealed too much too fast and she hadn't taken it well. I got out, reaching under back seat and used the blankets from there to make a place for her to rest. She was shivering, probably a result of shock and the adrenaline crash from everything that had happened. I laid her down on the back seat and tucked her in...
Binoculars pressed to her eyes, she watched them close in, and form up against the far south barricade; it stood as a collection of old, rusted cars that had been meticulously pushed back and arranged to block the road from a potential herd of dead. Or slow down a large group of unwanted visitors. The spike posts which caught the straggling few of the stumbl...
[Setting the scene: Éowyn commands the Rohirrim who've retreated to the refuge of Dunharrow.] 5 March 3019 (Third Age), Dunharrow Inaction. She was deathly tired of it. Month after month of the King's seemingly unbreakable malaise had — against all odds and thanks to timely intervention of the Wizard — finally been broken. Frenetic activity followed, as...
Do bear with me on this as I lost my editor and have been bouncing trying to find another one with no luck so if my grammar and such is off please bare with me but I promised you chapter 4 so here it is My thanks to 1sickbastard for his help with the first little bit of this chapter before he went poof on me and to my husband and family whose ears I bent whe...
It was just another afternoon on Wisteria Lane as Bree pulled into her driveway. The neighborhood was permeated with the rumpus of kids playing in front yards while neighbors walked their dogs and chitchatted. Grabbing her purse she stepped out of the car and popped the trunk open. Bree van de Kamp was a sight to admire. Though a widow in her early-forties w...
Kirsty sipped her morning tea as she watched Monika swing. The storm had finally chased them back to the house after dark last night, but even then she knew Bjorn was reluctant. She was reminded once more of a couple of teenagers sneaking in after curfew. They had stopped downstairs only long enough to raid the refrigerator. Even at breakfast this morning,...
"I may not own you now, but after tonight... You will be mine – lock, stock and barrel," Aidan had said just before dragging her the remaining few feet to the vestibule that led to the lobby of his building. French was stunned, had no ready response to his words and thus let herself be pulled along by him. What had he meant? What was he planning? She knew t...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
***Prologue *** After an intense battle with a man name Lord James Farlow Snr, Damian arose victorious; discovering an unearthly ability. Managing to recover an ancient book, that will help defeat the demon queen, Lilith; the group stumbled upon a Sarcophagus inside a museum basement, containing the body of Amanda, from when she was alive. Giving her the bu...
An hour later, they reached the top, carefully coiling the rope and stowing the equipment in their backsacks. Not as flat as it had seemed to be from the plain below, the top of the Grey Tower presented a bleak, rocky outlook. Towards the eastern end of the summit plain there was a depression out of which rose a craggy outcrop. Ardan and Leara looked around,...