“Oh no! Who’s that out there?” “Hush, darlin’. Ain’t no one but me.” “At last! I’ve been waiting…. I wish we didn’t have to meet up in the old burying ground!” “Well, Nellie Belle, I cain’t come into town. Not since they figgered out who looted the stage an’ broke theContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XV
Lacking any other plan, Bott and Nubry moved in the direction of the voice, crawling over crumpled enforcers and under the traveling square of the Head Librarian, which zipped back and forth, dragging its unconscious rider. When Bott saw that the source of the voice was Wanure Smalen, wearing a transparent gas mask, heContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XV”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIV
By the time Bott caught up, Nubry was halfway down the corridor, conducting a spirited debate with herself. “Of course, they could mean they’re deaccessioning the collection from the Dragonshelf while accessioning it to their own inventory. Couldn’t they? Of course, they could! Or maybe they said ‘THE Accession Chamber’.” ”Deaccession Chamber,”Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIV”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XII
Bott’s eyes snapped open and he jerked upright, fully expecting to find himself surrounded by a few dozen Imperial troopers. But no, this was the dim, elegant bridge he’d come to know, the same smooth, graceful, unbearable lines he’d seen all along, and no more. Wait. He blinked. Some lines were different. Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XII”
FICTION FRIDAY: Sending It Back
Bernard was one of those shoppers who spends more time than money. A friendly chap who liked to talk, had a treasury of stories which were not all pointless: he was pleasant enough on a slow day but at other times kept work from being done. The keeper of the dark, dim antiqueContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Sending It Back”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 12
Sheriff Parimat and her Chief Deputy were the last of the playmates released from the Panoply when His Imperial Worship’s pigherds decided the Imperial pets were ready for a new assortment of friends. They stepped slowly, stiffly, through a darkened cargo bay from which all the ornaments had now been removed. The Sheriff stoopedContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 12”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 11
“I think it was a harmless joke!” Nubry exclaimed again. “Do I? Yes, I do!” Bott said nothing, watching the ship’s defenses vaporizing bits of petals and stems as they neared the ship, AND wondering whether anyone but the Sacotans of Etmaal III were the only ones who ever got so angry asContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 11”
FICTION FRIDAY: A Smell of Leaves
Mike straightened his back with only minor effort, and stretched. That was a respectable pile of leaves, and the weather was perfect for raking: cool with a light breeze not quite strong enough to go through the cloth jacket he was thinking of taking off if Carol wasn’t watching him through the kitchen window. Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: A Smell of Leaves”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 9
A Sheriff’s snip must contain a large number of well-trained troopers. Anything might come up which required their attention: the suppression of a revolt, the arrest of a governor-general (which might require defeating an entire planet’s military force), that sort of thing. The troopers aboard the Rhododendron were the best Sheriff Parimat had foundContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER 9”
FICTION FRIDAY: Neatness Counts
Ridiculous! He stepped away from the tumble of garlic. He might have moved on, crushing the cloves underfoot, to symbolize what he would do to the idiots who concocted such a trap, but reflected that if they were setting traps in the corridor, they might have forgotten the old passage behind the tapestry ofContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Neatness Counts”
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