Chapter Twenty-Seven -- Three Familiar Faces Danka and Isauria spent several days traveling northwest through the forest along paths that were barely visible to anyone not accustomed to navigating the backcountry. Danka walked in front of the mule while Isauria held her new crossbow and watched for potential trouble. Danka enjoyed those days of walking, of...
NB: Kudos to my editor, wildheartedangel for staying by my side throughout my writing experience; giving comments and editing my work with patience and efficiency. I really appreciate it. Also to my blog readers who encouraged me to actually write this sequel out –thank you. J This story's time line is situated somewhere after Into the Vampire's Lair and be...
*Note to readers: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that offends you, please find another story to read without wasting your time or mine by leaving a negative comment which will just be deleted. Additionally, please spare me the lecture about smoking and its associated health risks. In all cases, life comes with a death sentence. There are NO...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
I drove into town to be met by a wall of hostility, not the usual hostility associated with a stranger taking up residence in a smallish country town, which I was, but the hostility towards a man taking the place of a beloved citizen, which I also was. I was because I was guilty of buying up the beloved citizen's property in a mortgagee sale. What the hosti...
Dinner was great, as it often is when you're sitting in an absurdly large rental house in the mountains and the food has been delivered to you up a long and winding road that only the local Japanese place knew how to negotiate. We were smart enough to bring wine up here over the weekend, and a little dessert too, fresh strawberries from a roadside stand. The...
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE Cynthia's Story. I won't hear from her again. I remember the day that she left, she seemed happy enough to be going away for a holiday on her own. As the final boarding call came over the loudspeaker she gave me a light peck on the cheek. "Look after you father won't you? Don't let him go to the pub every night getting drunk. Make sure h...
CHAPTER 5 - CAIRO FOR BEGINNERS A one dog night with a semi-tantric morning. It was my first time on an airplane. Tina had flown about a million times before and tried to scare me with blatant lies about the horribleness and danger of flying. I knew she was lying but was a little nervous anyway until the guy behind me started to loudly tell his neighbor ab...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
©Nora Quick 2013 Chapter Fourteen The last day of my lessons felt a little strange. I think for the first time it sank in that I was back in school so to speak. So much had happened in my life that I had been spinning with dizziness, and by lunch it all caught up to me. I had to sit down as it all sank in. I had gone from a frozen statue to maelstrom of e...