ONE : The Slave of Izan Before the slaver had taken her from Izan and brought her to Xyanwer she had known it as the City of Nightmares. It was the last of the Nine Cities -- or the first, for it was said to have been built so long ago none knew who built it -- and more ships sailed to it than returned from it. Casiel had seen it first by night, when she a...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris, Causing a Commotion. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic...
This story follows on from the events recounted in my "Spoils of Victory" trilogy, but this one stands on its own, so you don't need to have read the trilogy for it to make sense. Of course, if you haven't . . .? She phoned me Sunday evening, just after I'd got back from my weekend away. I'd thrown my soiled clothes in the wash basket, grabbed a beer from t...
The last part ended with these words: In the morning I asked, 'What is your plan?' 'Oh Randy I am so excited. It is so simple. I am sure that it will work and he will not be in a position to complain either' Arti said jumping with joy. 'Okay it is simple and it will work but for God's sake what is the plan?' I asked little loudly. 'Randy I expect you...
"Is that seat taken," Kara asked. The passenger in the window seat looked up from his magazine. A quick once-over of Kara told him all he needed to know. He held his breath, hoping the guy in the aisle seat wouldn't blow it. The man on the aisle, without raising his head, shifted his gaze from the magazine he had been reading to the spot where Kara stood; h...
This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters. Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapte...
The first time I met Julie I fell head over heels in love with her. She stood five foot six inches tall, even taller on heels, she had long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by an artist. She was absolutely breathtaking. I first laid eyes on her at a party in college and after mustering up the courage to approach...
Chapter 18 -- Promises I burst into the office on Monday morning with new life. I was very early and no one was there, but I immediately got to work. I went over in my mind how to deliver our proposal to the Deville sisters. This was going to be nerve-racking, complicated and, I felt honestly, somewhat fun. I sat at my desk and drew up several ways to go ab...
The idea for this story started out simple enough, then very soon became more sensitive and tender as I worked through yet again some of my research on WWII veterans experiences and my correspondence with their families in the years since. In awe at their willing and dedicated sacrifice, I am pleased to honor in this small way all those who waited for them t...
CHAPTER 1 It was after midnight and snowing. The lights of the restaurant in the small town on Long Island turned off and Gus the proprietor embraced his night manager and wished Mrs Glade Banks well. "Once again I ask," said Gus. "Where will you relocate?" "I've told you. I'll decide when I go to the airport tomorrow." "You're burying your past, aren't...