After he left Koshka's apartment that morning, Puck found himself torn between decisions. There was what he wanted to do as Puck. And then there was what he understood to be proper, as Malcolm. Some human notions were annoying to him, yet he knew that in the human world, this or that behavior was considered polite, decorous, the mark of high class, and so on...
Chapter 1: The Small Red Barn The Harvest Festival at Huntsville Farm had just begun. I was doing my job as a Petting Farm Attendant, so basically all I did was chase escaped goats. My boss' 23 year old son Nick was helping out today. He lived with his parents on the property after being released from prison. I walked into the petting farm office to find hi...
Fingers Whitehouse was working his magic on bare skin again. The strains of Debussy's La Mer drifted through his Bose computer speakers, and cinnamon incense flavored the air. A voluptuous woman with luxurious dark hair and honey tanned skin lay face down on his queen sized frat house bed: Mary Jane Simpson, his girlfriend's mother, with whom he got very wel...
Your soft hair cascades fragrance that surpasses the most intelligent flowers, sometimes-wild naturals other times hybrids designed by human intelligence; unleashing taster-glimpses of the ideas within. Your forehead is a flowerbed of insight, sometimes wrinkled with furrows and deep thoughts. Your eyes are naughty olives wrapped in delicate petal eyelids. Y...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty: Stone Dreams I went back inside rather than watch everyone leave; I was going to miss them, and worry about Anders and Solona, and somehow watching people go was just harder than it should have been. Or maybe it's just my lack of sleep? Alistair caught up to me before I got far, pulling me against his chest and just holding me. I...
She had hips that rolled like the ocean. A constant, unstoppable churning that was trying to drag him under. All he could do was hold on. She smiled down at him with one black eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face. She rolled her hips harder. Something inside her squeezed. "Holy fuck!" he said through clenched teeth. "It is kinda like that, isn't it," She...
After the demon's visit, Soraya was convinced she wouldn't be able to sleep. There were too many conflicting emotions and her tired brain tried to sort through the events of the day. The killings, the demon, her strange attraction to this foe and Nira, the cute, freckled servant. When Soraya closed her eyes, she could see the blaze of lightning reflected fro...
Scott made sure that he had the apartment he moved into clean and most of the old furniture that was left over was gone. The few old, battered pieces that he could make something of were moved downstairs - an old rocking chair and a sideboard - but he kept pair of chairs and an old table, using a spare sheet as a tablecloth. The living room was massive, in f...
Flames erupted and spread across the ancient wall of stone. The magnified image of the Great Lord's face appeared. Abalix knelt. "The intruder has taken the fourth seal of the Demon Realm. And now she comes for the fifth." The prior guardian had failed! Now it was her turn! "I will not let her have it," asserted Abalix. The Great Lord's blazing eyes...
Valentine's Day, a crock of a holiday in Evan's mind, invented by the greeting card companies to make a quick buck during a slow time. A small part of him admired the genius in it, but mostly he loathed the idea of a holiday that by design messed with the emotional state of every man and woman in America. "Well not every man," he thought to himself as he st...