Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, woke in the early morning to find sunlight already streaming through the window. He was alone, and he sighed in disappointment that Narlissa had left already, but could not blame her since she was clearly a wanted woman in this city. To be honest, he should not have been associating with a thief at all, given that he want...
On the highest mountain peak there stood the tallest tower, wickedly jagged and blackened with flame, built on a foundation of dead kings and noble princes, holding the last pure maiden in all the land. Only one daring knight had the courage and cunning to win this fair lady's heart and bring her home a merry, blushing bride... * Celeste held her lady-in-w...
Alisaundre was always told stories of different lands, since he was a small child; his King had actually conquered many lands, and many of them the world had yet to even know about, however...There still remained many lands, plenty that human feet had not treaded yet. Of course, as with stories of different lands, he was also told stories of magic, sorcery a...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, surveyed his estate with a broad grin. He had been given land when he had been made a full knight and he looked over it now. A large manor house stood at its centre with a stable to one side and the expertly looked after gardens were the envy of the whole town. He had more money than he knew what to do with, too, so...
As the black Mercedes limo sped along the highway away from the city, Christine had time to reflect on what she was about to do. Was she mad, crazy, insane, or just curious? She could not believe what she was doing. She had heard about him, the aloof Mr. Knight, and had seen him at the fetish parties and events - always surrounded by a glamorous crowd. When...
A SINCERE APOLOGY: Dearest Reader, before I can continue reciting the epic and naughty adventures, quests, misadventures, mis-quests and mis-epic misadventure-quests of our dashing young Knight of Arcalund, I must issue a heartfelt and sincere apology. In my fervor to set these heroic exploits to text before my lazy memory chooses to forget them altogether,...
Carefully, he led her down the steps, descending further into the basement. Blindfolded and dressed in a beautiful white gown and tall white heels, she could only hold his hand and trust that he would lead her safely down the many steps. The pearl necklace she had received earlier in the evening as a birthday gift brushed along top of her breasts, calling mo...
Chapter 4 Back to the castle, up to the royal chambers, and to the lady Isana's room; here the two women of the previous scene have retired, to the safety and comfort of the lady's room. The lady has already sent word that she had a headache and would be unable to attend dinner. They sat together on the lady's bed, discussing what had just transpired. "I...
Dame Mara dismounted her horse some distance from the crag ahead. Fierce roars and sounds of battle issued from the crag, smoke billowing from the heart of the cavern. The knight strode forward, at just over six feet tall her shining silver armor reflected the bright sun, and her armor held over a build bulky enough to support it. She crouched down to fix a...
I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority's instructions, and frequently called...