He rode into our valley in the late autumn of 1882. I was a mere lad then, barely tall enough to see over the old hay wagon. In the clear Colorado air, I could see his progress a mile away. At first glance, there seemed nothing remarkable about him, just another stray rider taking the dirt road toward the group of frame buildings that was our little town. Th...
Even now, sitting in the cold and uninviting interview/interrogation room with CIA agent Kristina Bellman and her diminutive Asian-Canadian counterpart, Canadian Security Intelligence Service agent Victor James Lee, I can't believe some of the things I've seen and done. The tall pretty blonde American woman in the smart business suit fixes her steely blue ey...
CHAPTER 1 Kate John's 18th birthday came with great expectations and went, leaving her more than disappointed. She was bitter her mother had not revealed which one of her mom's three brothers was her father. Furthermore the guy who had delivered that unfortunate shot of potent sperm for her unmarried mother did not have the courage to confess to his shamefu...
When the Soviet Union fell, chaos descended over Russia in many different aspects of life. The economy plummeted, Mafiosi ruled the streets, and government officials committed blatant acts of corruption. One of the most startling things to come out of this sudden upheaval was the immense outpouring of sex and sexuality into Russian culture. The repressivenes...
"Obedient Muslim Husbands, now that's a group that needs to be promoted more heavily," Rana Ali said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned, raven-haired young Kuwaiti Arab Muslim woman smiled to herself. Sitting on a throne-like chair in the living room of her plush townhouse in the City of Al Farwaniyah, State of Kuwait, Rana Ali was immen...
The day the man known as Yarn walked into the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, Zainab Al-Baabur's world would never the same. Oh, the young Lebanese woman had seen African men before. However, Thomas Yarn didn't carry himself like the Somalis, Malians and Berbers who occasionally came into the Republic of Lebanon. He called himself a proud son of Detroi...
The sun rose over the horizon, and I closed my eyes. Normally, this would mean it's time to sleep. However, with ash clouds blotting out much of the sun, a perpetual gloom hangs over Boston's battered skyline today. This means I can still go hunting. Last night I fed, draining a young White Muslim female spy of her blood. It's morning and I'm still hungry. A...
"We should be marching East, not West" King Trogar said for probably the hundredth time that day. "If we move quickly we can still hunt down that treacherous fuck, Markoz, and capture his bitch princess." Trogar looked older than the last time she had seen him, but none the worse for wear after his captivity, but then it hadn't been a particularly onerous on...
Chapter 2—A Tangling of Vines "Good grief!" Alvin exclaimed, glancing at the breakfast menu. "Did you see the prices? I thought we were eating breakfast, for crissake, not buying a car." "Another of the joys of New York City," Frank agreed. "I'm having a couple of eggs over easy with the trimmings. I'm hoping it'll last me until dinner. I just had a sandwi...
Setup: The world of Murla is home to many inhabitants of all walks of life and of all races. After the fall of the Valation Empire at the hands of the Northern Coalition the world has seen a new age of prosperity as the dark forces of the Empire scattered into the wilds and for now peace rules the land, yet even scattered as they are the forces of the once p...