We pulled up to the valet stand outside of the Hyatt Regency Plaza, Tower One. As I got out of the car, the valet opened Beth's door. She handed him the keys but stayed behind the wheel until I had come around to her door and offered her my hand. As she got out of the car the dress she was wearing rode up and flashed the valet and myself a very generous view...
(Author's Note: A big thank-you to everyone who read and voted on my first, and only, other story, Sweet Young Stephanie. I got lots of private messages and I am very happy that so many of you enjoyed the story. This is a straight tale, a little different than the other one, but hopefully just as hot. Be warned, it gets pretty steamy. If you like it, please...
Chapter Nine -- The Follower of the Ancients The first two Followers among those who had left the settlement for the winter returned in the middle of March. The men braved several days struggling up mountain trails covered with icy mud, leading four pack mules loaded with spices, dried fruit, books, and correspondence from Sebérnekt Ris. The men's arrival w...
~~Jack~~ Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn't get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean...
"It's strange. Sure is strange.You've got to pick up every stitch. Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch. Oh no... Must be the season of the witch." ~ Donovan, Season of The Witch * * * I'd arrived at my girlfriend Sonya's parents' house around one that Saturday afternoon, parking alongside the mountainous drifts left by the snow plow. With Christmas just aroun...
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Vonda wiped the sweat from her brow with her moisture collector. It had been ten minutes and the triple suns of Calibrax had worked her into a dripping heat. It didn't help that at this time of day, in this particular phase of its 209-year cycle, there was no shade as the suns completely surrounded her from all sides. At best, at "night" (for lack of a bette...
I know a sixteenth [rune]: If I see a girl With whom it would please me to play, I can turn her thoughts, can touch the heart Of any fair-armed woman. I know a seventeenth: If I sing it, The young girl will be slow to forsake me. -- Words of the Most High, from the Elder Edda, c.800-1000 A.D. *** The bars in Reykjavik aren't notably different from the ba...
Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him "The Whitechapel killer," and the people on the streets called him just "the killer." Nothing more was needed. Almost everyone found time on their walking commute that morning (some leaving home to get to morning shifts, some going back home...
Kirstin walked into the department feeling on edge, her eyes scanning coworkers she passed by, looking for any smirks, raised eyebrows, quick avoiding glances, anything that might hint at Alan sharing the story of her humiliating experience at the warehouse. She almost bumped into people due to focusing her attention on listening rather than what was in fron...