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In this sequel to "A Visit From Saint Michael," a reporter is recruited by Saint Michael to help rescue six young women from sexual slavery. He agrees to do so because his actions will also rescue his girlfriend who was taken by the same slavers as she was trying to investigate the first girls' disappearance. A few of the references in this sequel will make...
Author's Note: Wow. Chapter Five got seriously antagonized, especially with the arrival of Thatcher. While I won't go into detail about some of the comments that really just *irked* me, I will say this: Everything I write in these chapters *is relevant*. See that? RELEVANT. So, the dream, Thatcher's arrival and Talon's subsequent M.I.A., Tempest's confusion...
A light snow began to fall the following afternoon, as they wended their way through the mountains. Liam eyed the grey sky nervously. The snow wasn’t enough to impede them from traveling, but it was enough to raise worry in their minds. They plodded through it for the rest of the day, and by the time they made camp, there was six inches accumulated on the...
Landing on the front lawn of the Grace's Palace, Pethio gasped. Her eyes wide open she could barely contain her delight as she looked at the amazing decorations on the manor house. In her eons of existence, she did not think she had ever seen anything more beautiful that the sights that filled her vision at that moment. Millions of twinkling glowing jewels f...
I'm a little torn here. I suppose that this ought to go into the Non-Human category, but then... I dunno. All this guy wants is to finish the life that he started as. That's not possible, so now he'd just like to HAVE a life. I guess that makes him just like a lot of folks, no? ~grin~ ------------- The glare of the headlight danced along the pavement and f...
Blimey, I've got two sat there somewhere on the site waiting to be published, and here's another one going in. Sorry no real hard sex --- That's not what I do, just a bit of gentle teasing. Potential happy ending on the books without wishing to give anything away, so those who don't like that, pray move on. I know that doesn't do any good, but you've got to...
James arrived at twenty to eight the next morning, riding Cassie with Jason on a leading rein. As Abby was still eating breakfast, Mary asked James if he would like some breakfast as well. He eagerly accepted, walked the horses to the back of the pub, and looped the reins around the back of one of the bench's. He joined Abby at her table, immediately pinchin...
Abby had little difficulty in getting to this point on the B3227 from Taunton heading towards South Molton, and guessed that somewhere on this road she should see a sign indicating her turn. Yet as she drove further and further into Devon she became uneasy that no such sign had revealed itself. Navigation became more of a problem as she drove deeper into the...
Gavin, Count of Barrovia stood on the battlefield, his armour and sword drenched in the blood of his enemies. He looked around. The mud strewn field was littered with the bodies of the dead, both his own and the Duke's, but his army had emerged victorious. Some of the men were scavenging armour, weapons, and money. Others were putting an end to the wounded...