I pulled up my scarf. The wind over the dunes was picking up speed. A bad sign if I wanted to scout out anything. The wind brings the sand with it and if a full sandstorm rolled in, I would lose even more time. My name is Shaiq Alamar, but it would be better if you didn't know me. I'm not good company. I have dark black, destroyed hair, caramel skin, dark...
A couple weeks after the podcast and the blanket tent village, things got back to normal. Leonard and Penny settled things, but there was a festering issue below the surface. Penny came over and stopped in front of the door. She smiled to herself and then knocked on the door, three times, "Sheldon, Sheldon, Sheldon." He opened the door and stared at her, a...
Several weeks had passed. I got to make myself at home in the crypt of the Pharaoh, even had my own little pile of sand to sleep on. At first they offered me to sleep in one of the old sarcophagi but I humbly refused. Not because I was creeped out by the former resting places of dead people, no of course not, it was out of respect! Anyways, with no knowledg...
Ok, folks, here is the next chapter. For those of you who think I might be wrapping things up, well... maybe. I'm still considering several other 'sidestreets' that this overly long tale can go down, so bear with me, I'm still making up my mind on a few of them. I hope you've enjoyed the ride so far, stay tuned, and all the rest of that happy stuff. *****...
Anya was going to kill a dragon. She wasn't sure exactly how one killed a dragon, but she figured she would do whatever it was that all those heroes on television did that made a dragon die. She'd start with a sword, or some TNT, or possibly an M-80. If that didn't work, she'd find a Patriot missile and fly it straight into the damn thing's heart, or at leas...
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"Jessamy fuckin' Beech, as I live and breathe." "Spivey." "You taking this piece of shit back to Kirkwall for the bounty I take it?" Jessamy should've guessed that it wouldn't be straightforward just jumping on a boat and sailing all the way up to Orkney from Nairn. Hamnavoe had a big price on his head and it was only a matter of time before other interes...
Clara's finger traced down the length of Isaac's shoulder, intriguing the redhead with its bulk and well-defined muscle. The two were sharing the lounge chair on the deck of his condo, nine stories up; they'd finished breakfast minutes ago and had decided to take their conversation outside, revealing their inner thoughts about each other over all the time th...
Chapter 02 – Lessons Groggily awakening, Isaac was aware of bright sunlight filling the room. He felt dimly guilty, and it occurred to him that he might have overslept. His eyes lazily made their way to his clock radio. 10:05am. *Shit. I did oversleep.* With a jolt of willpower, Isaac made his arm toss back the covers, and he slowly sat up, facing out tow...