Sol 28 The last web-log from ‘Searcher’ Death is a drug. Not death itself, but the certainty of life extinguished. I am in a privileged position. Unlike the condemned man awaiting execution, I have no hope of a last minute phone call that will save my life. I look out through the plate glass window that is the Internet, at the crowd awaiting the inevit...
As always, comment and vote at the end. The feedback will help me decide what to put in the forthcoming chapters. "Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." -Lady Macbeth, Macbeth Act V Scene I --- If only there was another way. If only those urges would go away, just go away. I couldn't control...
Mikhail was grateful Lucian had the sense to conjure clothes on Gabriel. The mussed bed sheets would be hard enough to explain. "Nothing, just that there is no way of getting out of here." Malcolm supplied as they left Gabriel chambers. Locking it from the outside, hopefully to buy them some time. Mikhail didn't understand why all these people were here....
"Are you alright, my child...?" Child? She didn't feel like a child...not when she looked at him...his fine clear skin, his tousled hair... A priest...for god's sake...he was a priest and she wanted to bury her hands in his black curls...burrow under his traditional cassock and taste his incense tainted sweat... Get a hold of yourself, Marissa...this is b...
I graduated from high school in Greenville, Mississippi when Vietnam was in full swing. I was no college boy, we weren't rich, and we didn't know any politicians so I was going to be drafted. Rather than be a draftee Army grunt slogging through the Mekong Delta, I enlisted for four years in the Air Force. They trained me to be a metal machinist repairing ai...
My name is Ivan Charpentier. The world has never seen someone quite like me. A six-foot-two, broad-shouldered and muscular young black man clad in a long black leather duster over a red leather jacket, red leather pants and black leather boots. Complete with stylish sunglasses. In case the outfits got you wondering, the answer is yes. I am in fact bisexual....
Postscript 3 - The Danubian Church and its impact on Danubian society (even more stuff that did not make it into the main part of the novel) The Danubian concept of the Supreme Being The Danubians have a monotheistic religion, which they refer to as the "Danubian Church" or the "Faith of the Ancients". Although in theory the Danubians are Christian, by th...
A police barricade blocked the road ahead. Hannah spotted the red strobes of emergency vehicles parked in front of the Midway Motel and her stomach tied itself into a noose. Afraid that something terrible had happened to Tom, she jumped out of the truck and sprinted past the row of hissing flares. "Hey, Lady, stop!" The sheriff, standing guard, was too fat...
When the door opened, Brian stepped inside and immediately wrapped Annabelle in his arms. Seeing Kendra in such a state had incited a need to see Annabelle, to be sure she was safe. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "Brian, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Brian leaned back to smile reassuringly at her, but when he look...
Prince Mikhail spurred the black mare faster. He had to make it to the castle and find out what the hell was going on. It was not in his nature to abandon his own quests, and in all truth if he was not honour bound, he would be riding in the opposite direction. The journey to Kryta was long and tiring, and as he reached the outskirts of the kingdom, darkne...