It was the winter season and she had saught out the rural outbacks beyond the cityscapes, the snow was part of her ancestory and she belonged home in it. Now large paws silently trod the whiteblanketed ground as the ruddishbrown wolf trotted along an old track in search for food. Ahead, a young man, dressed warmly in winterwear, walks through the woods grum...
A word of thanks for HawaiiBill and A7inchPhildo for their comments and support. Warning: this story features a priest who errs from the straight and narrow. If you find this offensive, do not read further. For nearly 250 years the Witches' Hammer (the Malleus Maleficarum was published in 1487) was the guidebook for the witch hunters. Open hunting season w...
My great, great grandfather was a wiry young teenager from Scotland who came to America to escape jail for rebelling against the crown. His brogue was so thick that few people could understand him, so he kept moving west until he found himself living as a mountain man in the Sierra-Nevadas. He was a small man who had to make it on skill and his wits because...
Pam baby; What a story, you are fantastic!!! There is no way I can improve or even keep up with your story, so I am starting a new one and let's see where it goes. Apollo and aphrodite are walking around Olympus one day. Apollo; " You know Aphry, I am really bummed out." "Nobody believes in us anymore and I am getting bored." "I know you are a better pi...
Here I am once again broke. The port of Summers Kiss is a beautiful place, but not for a sell sword in times of peace. Don't get me wrong, peace is great, but I am in desperate need of a job. Summers Kiss is a bustling city on the west coast of the kingdom of Aereon. Full of merchant ships coming in with goods from all over the world. Silks from the far eas...
She peered out from under the fur that was absently tossed on her, cerulean eyes wandered over the camp site, pulling the fur around her to fend off the chill. The slips of silk that draped along her delicate form were more for the pleasure of Men than to stave off the cool night. Occasionally the sound of a settling dragon would draw her eyes to the huge be...
Thatcher watched as Saoirse wrapped fur after fur around Tempest's lean frame, the elderly female chattering nonstop despite the early hour. Tempest just managed to nod and smile, laughing and adding her few words of input when it was necessary. He knew she had not slept last night, as she hadn't the night before. Already in the two days of her self-induced...
Raven walked into her apartment and flopped down on her sofa (which has seen better days) with a little 'oomph'. "Why do all men have to be jerks, Diablo? Is it in their programming or something? Can't at least one of them want to have a decent conversation without staring at my body?" But, with her wild riot of auburn curls dancing around her shoulders,...
Grinning impishly, the girl pushes back a bit to recline in the Master’s furs, just out of his reach. “Something should definitely be done about that,” she teased, eyeing the bulge in his pants. She could see him simply smile as he sat back to watch. Stretching a bit to tease him as her flesh is exposed, she is free of everything except the golden hue of her...
Well right after fighter practice I decided I could use a drink. So I headed down to the wharf for a beer. Now I admit there was more to it than that. I have been talking with a couple of free women on line and we decided to open a Paga Tavern. I’ve been reading a series of books called The Cross Time Engineer, and one of the Inn’s that figures prominently i...