Teach me the meaning of precipice, Shackle me to the edge of abyss. I want to flirt with oblivion, Let my soul and eternity kiss. * From the window of the round stone hut Anise sees the dark cliff edge silhouetted against the falling sun. She imagines standing with her toes at the very edge looking out over a yearning new world which beckons her to tumb...
Hello! This is my first attempt at Urban Fantasy erotica! Please rate and let me know what you think. ~~~~ I carefully fixed my lipstick in the window of a dark shop before slipping down a dark alley. At the door I withdrew the Emerald dagger from between my breasts and inserted it carefully into the lock. The tumblers inside clicked as they turned into pl...
A/N: I'm sorry about the mess with the previous chapters over Christmas. Somehow I uploaded the wrong chapter and it took half a dozen messages and reposting the chapter 3 times -- each of which takes about 4 days to be approved or refused -- before I could convince them to fix it. But it's done, and we're moving on -- the final battle approaches! In respon...
Chapter Thirty-Three: Rejection and Acceptance When I woke, I was in Alistair's tent. For the second time. I mostly could tell it was his tent on account of the fact that he was lying in it, right beside me. There's not a lot of room in a bedroll, really, so I was plastered to his side while he was on his back, arms up and hands behind his head. He jumped...
Chapter Sixteen: Self Defense The next morning, instead of going down to the main hall, I asked a servant to bring me something for breakfast. She also offered to have my clothes washed, to which I readily agreed. After I ate, I buckled myself into my borrowed leather armour, grabbed the practice sword, and headed down to the courtyard hoping to locate Way...
Chapter Eleven: Separate Ways I took a long, tepid drink from a water skin, mouth puckering from the slightly unpleasant iodine aftertaste, and then watched them all try to talk all at once. It would have been comical if it wasn't so serious. Leliana, Sten, and Morrigan wandered off, probably to let the others decide, since none of them had a vested intere...
My life changed one day when I met a man! Not just any man! THE man! What I mean by that is, the most gorgeous, sexy, funny, sweet, dorky man in existence. One with gorgeous blue eyes, a beautiful smile, handsome rugged shoulders, chiseled body, and very distracting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On my way out of the airport in Chicago I ran into someone I never expected...
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Reconciling Differences I must have dozed myself, because I woke to a startled gasp as Blake sat up and practically leapt off my bed. His hair was all stuck up on one side of his head, his expression groggy but horrified. "Blake? What's wrong, kiddo?" "My Lady, I'm so sorry, I took your bed, and-" "Blake. Calm down, okay? I told y...
Chapter Ninety-Seven: *Bad Acting We left a camp with the Dalish and Circle emissaries just south of Denerim; Dariel stayed with them, having barely spoken to any of us since we'd returned from Orzammar. I gathered he was to become Keeper Lanaya's First, and it seemed he'd already found himself a mate, based on the single tent shared between him and Mithra...
Tags: Fantasy, fan fiction, Dragon Age, Dragonborn, Tagline: The Dragonborn finds a diamond in the rough. Dust Town was a shithole. In fact, calling Dust Town a shithole would be an insult to any other shithole that might exist on Thedas. To say I was also immediately disgusted by the dwarves, or at least the rulers who allowed such poverty and destitutio...