Chapter 12 After their mid-day meal the men lined up on the parade ground, standing alongside their horse, Havildar Turin standing a little in front. David mounted the stallion and walked to Turin "Carry on Havildar Turin" he ordered. Turin shouted over his shoulder "detail prepare to mount, mount". The twenty-six men moved as one. "Left by twos, forwa...
Harry's notes: chapter 12. The last in this book save for an epilogue and some notes I made for myself, yeah, you too, but mostly me to explain to myself the possible existence of the race of Fay, enough. *sigh* This one will rip your balls off, twist your tits, break your heart, make you wonder what the next book will bring or I will have failed and you lo...
Hi folks. I really am sorry for the huge delay in the next installment of this series. I've had a whole lot of things happening in real life. From the move, finding a job and getting an apartment, it has been a bit hectic for me. I'm also trying to spend a little extra time on the stories (whenever I can get around to it) so that I can get a little more edit...
Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
Dragon's Bane walked through the Forest, the warrior's mind shifting and leaving Roane's family behind. The wolf moved at the warrior's side, crunching the leaves noiselessly beneath the soft paws. Bane was as quiet as the animal as they increased the distance from the farm. They didn't see another person until after the midday meal of cold chicken that Gwen...
The man looked out the window as the once foreign landscape reeled away below; he looked down on the browns and greens of India as a scientist might examine an amoeba through a microscope. Mere professional interest held his mind's eye, like looking upon something once a source of intense curiosity, harkening to a world full of countless wonders that might c...
As the last rays of the setting sun winked out behind the mountains Heather awoke. She walked out of her sleeping chamber stretching as she secured the door behind her and flopped down on the bed searching for the remote. The large screen TV which was set on the local news channel came on just as the evening news started. She was headed for the shower when...
Explosive emotions and desperate need of the men in prison collide together as Patrick makes his try to escape, causing one of the main players in this romantic crime thriller to lose their life. Character driven this story is moving towards its conclusion. Will Patrick succeed in escaping to go and rescue Rachel? * Nervous tension ran through Patrick's b...
Author's Note: This story was written at the suggestion of a medieval re-enactor friend who served as the template for the main character. She has recently passed away and this story is now dedicated to her memory. Goodbye Artemas Innkeeper of the Inn of the Drunken Hare, March 5, 2008. * The two forest outlaws watched nervously from the edge of Barnesda...
Kelly saw the package propped up against her front door as she came home from her five mile run. Her asshole involuntarily tightened around the pretty green jeweled butt plug riding snugly between her ass cheeks. Plainly wrapped just like they had promised. Picking up the package and unlocking her front door she stepped inside. She could feel herself alread...