"It's like a bad joke, a dwarf lord and a fat noble are tied to a gnome girl..." "Har har, Garthur." Vick's rejoinder was punctuated by the impact of a steel gauntlet against a mailed shoulder. "My Lords, just because they can't see us doesn't mean they can't hear us," Farangalia's voice piped up, high and shrill. "Are you sure we have to be tied together...
Dark, gloomy and raining. Perfect night for someone in my line of work. Everybody will be packed inside The Grey Wolf Pub tonight, all nice and tight like. A bump here or there with an "excuse me" apology and just like that they'll be a few coins lighter. All with none any the wiser. A few drinks, many stories, lots of laughter and maybe even bed a wench or...
Sharelle slipped into the house like a thief in the night. Which, considering she had jimmied open the window, was not an unreasonable assumption. Her elven eyes pierced the gloom and seeing the kitchen silverware on prominent display, she grinned. Tonight would be a good night. She'd heard about the place from an orcish acquaintance (Okay, okay, fuckbuddy)...
Zepha crept deeper and deeper into the dragon's cave, her mind whirling with possibilities as to what she could steal. No matter what she took, Zepha knew that it would fetch her a fine price. But only if the dragon didn't catch her first. Like so many dragons, Avarus had an eye for all that was shiny. His lair was filled with treasures, of all sizes and al...
Hail and well met! I must apologize for having taken so long about getting Chapter Three posted for everyone's reading pleasure. I had to do a MAJOR rework on it and nearly had to write it completely over again since the file on my PC got corrupted and I could not find the manuscript. I really do appreciate all the votes and comments regarding my other works...
The great walled port city of Sirtus sat on the edge of the Mycean Sea. A many thousand ships hove into its port each day, and a great deal as many departed in the same. No market square was empty, and few pockets hung limp in the trousers of their owners. Trade boomed, honor ruled, and hearts loved. But Paolo the merchant had, as of late, found himself dis...
Tony Leonardo discovered that he had been robbed of two point seven million dollars by Mike Harris at ten o'clock on the 15th July; by then Mike Harris, in the guise of his alter ego, Michele Nylons, was sleeping in a cheap motel a few hundred kilometres away, just over the Victorian border. As soon as he discovered the money was missing from his safe Tony...
The leaves whorled restlessly in the autumn winds, tornadoes of seasonal decay that evinced an image of ghastly black birds scritching their way across cobbles in a morbid procession. The stoic trunks climbed to astonishing heights in all directions save for the dingy brown scar of a road that wound its way through the brush and trees. Their barren branched...
Steve Marshall rolled into Wodonga and met with his contact; the manager of the Best Western Motel. The manager had spotted Michele's blue Ford and checked the guest register and discovered that the driver of the Ford, a 'Ms Mary Smith', was currently occupying room 113. The night clerk had described the woman to the manager; and then the manager had contact...
Author's note: Well, here we are with the next part of the saga. I tried to give a little bit of insight into Kalliya and Pointer with this part, perhaps with a hint of a story to come. I am also trying to tie the threads of the tale together - hopefully that's working out in an understandable fashion. Also, there's crazy centaur sex and hot elf on orc actio...