Part 7 It took three more days to reach the village of the Wild Ones. They had marched cautiously but quickly, eyes alert to any sighting of orcs. Val stood on Bear's back most of the time, her hands on his shoulders, peering through the dark underbrush. Gracius followed, leading the minotaur by holding on to his huge gnarled elbow with a slim hand. The min...
In the Scottish Highlands, during the Clearances and late in the days of the Jacobite Risings, there lived an old woman of malicious spirit who was named Divina Slaugh. In a cluster of huts deep in the woods outside the village of Arichonan, Grandmother Slaugh presided over an assemblage of tainted hussies whose daily toil consisted primarily of thieving and...
Silmaria was on her hands and knees in the drawing room on the west side of the Manor, scrubbing at the wooden floor with a soapy rag. She was not particularly in the best of moods; some idiot had tracked dirt into the room, which was made all the worse by the fact that no one ought to really have been in here in the first place. Of course, given how downhil...
Josh Ruben was a man who liked to dally with women, particularly married women. He was not a man for a long term serious relationship, he like variety in his sexual encounter and he like women who already knew what they were doing in bed, and did not expect him to marry them, at least most of the time. They knew how to fuck, how to suck, and how to make them...
The reader is cautioned to read the original story by Nicci. This is only one of many possible sequels. Jonathan tossed and turned the entire night. Sleep kept avoiding him yet the sun finally came up, shining in his face, burning in his memory, the evening before. In terrible turmoil, Jonathan climbed off the couch and staggered to the bathroom to pee and...
~o The Luscious Ursula o~ Edgar had difficulty remaining comfortable. The sofa he sat on was comfortable, the room he was in was a nice parlor. He was a shy, young man with little self confidence. His eyes remained looking down at the glass of wine that he held in his hands. Every so often, he would throw a quick glance up and steal a look at the buxom, red...
The weather was stifling; so hot and so still. The heat just hung in the air as Françoise made her way through the long grass, brushing the tall standing flowers with their attendant buzzing bees. Her dress floated around her, barely touching her skin beneath, but even so it felt just so hot. Turning at a clump of gorse she made her way along the old track,...
Along the horizon the sky was the mottled blue and purple of the sunrise. In the valley fog still clung, wisping through the trees in a silent dance. The air was cool and damp, smelling of woods and dew. She was standing at the top of the hill, looking down the treed slope that led to the lake. The hair was a paler auburn, faded by the hours spent out workin...
There is more than one genre that this tale would fit into. I chose novels and novellas because the real story is about people, their interaction with each other and their lives and times. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. As usual constructive comments and emails are much appreciated and welcome. ******************** James Ambrose Randal was t...
Sarah awoke the next morning and fixed the family breakfast, before they went their separate ways. Most of the details of the previous night were lost to the woman. She could not understand how she had gone to bed with one nightgown on and woke up wearing another nightgown. She had worn her favorite nightgown the night before, and now she could not find it a...