CHAPTER 6 There'd been a frost overnight and there were still patches of white in the shadows as he walked around the western side of the house. The air was damp but sharp enough that he could feel it enter his lungs. A magpie hopped out from the shadows, its champagne warble bubbling out of its throat. He dropped the mattock, axe and pick next to the tree...
A Tale of the Genie Wars * I frowned as I looked at the Nile crate that had been dropped before my front door -- the peeling postage on the side proclaiming that it came from my Aunt. The corners of the box looked like they had been pretty badly beaten up, but that was why the Nile was the second most popular online shipping and delivery service in the wor...
*Lady Ioshi and Satoru, the beginning The stallion pushed forward with a fury as it heard the screams and howls that came from the flaming compound. Ioshi rode the beast as it lunged forward, her weight a breath upon the horse's back as the steed hurried towards the mayhem. Her kimono floated around her lithe form like a misty halo, her pale skin and pert,...
********** CHAPTER THREE Our first day of interviewing witnesses and a parade of increasingly dubious suspects was quite uneventful, and wholly unproductive. Even with a bit of subtle magical nudging, giving myself a heavy duty 'Trust charm', so that strangers would tend to like and trust me, right from our first meeting, didn't turn up anything particularl...
Georgia Plummer walked into the lobby of the four-story building, across the marble tile floors, past the polished limestone walls, and to the stainless-steel doors to the elevators. She didn't bother to stop at the information desk; she had instructions that told her that the office of Smith, Brown & Wilmott, Attorneys at Law, LLP, was on the fourth floor....
In every generation, there are a few centaurs born with human traits that extend beyond the ordinary. Most of the time, they are born with the characteristics of a human being extending to the torso, and a horse's bottom half. Sometimes however, nature intervenes with a different plan. Rarely, a centaur is born with two or four human legs attached to their h...
Judy is a strange woman. My eyes rake over all the potential targets in the club, locking onto her 34C-24-34 figure, taller than most of the women at 5'8", slim, maybe 120 lbs soaking wet. Great as all that is, it isn't what holds my gaze. Her hair looks like it is living fire, moving around her head as she stands in the breeze of one of the fans aimed at th...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** During the late sixties and early seventies central Flor...
Cassandra Rhodes had finally had enough. Her on-again, off-again boyfriend had just burned the last piece of bridge left between them. Six months. Six, long, sexless goddamn months she had waited for him to get out of jail. Cassie, as everyone called her, had listened to all of her friend's advice for those months. 'Just dump his worthless ass,' was the brok...
I'd like to tell you a tale of what happened one day on my day off. You see, I run a dungeon in Seattle in a beautiful Victorian house. I chose such a house because it looks like any other house from the era but if you knew what was in said house, it looked daunting enough on the outside to make your heart skip a beat as you walked up the stone path to the f...