No matter what Bott pushed or pulled or thumped, the ship was going down, down. He had defeated his old ship, filled with librarians, and that was all the amusement the Emperor intended for this particular prop. “Everthin’s dead, Cap’n,” Louba told him. This was unnecessary: the smiling flowers on the console wereContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XL”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIX
The ship that might be the Dragonshelf dropped almost straight down on the nasty-looking orange and black one. Nubry had known Bott could fly, but watching it from here made that really obvious. If only he hadn’t been a pirate as well! Her eyes moved to where the captioned dialogue was rolling up theContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIX”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVIII
At the height of the high white flight of stairs was a small landing and a tall wooden door. Bott and his crew studied it for a moment without detecting spikes, poisoned nails, or opening for projectiles. It lacked even a knocker with a nasty expression. One hand on a grenade, Bott turned theContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVIII”
MIDWEEK FICTION: All Write and No Play
“Now, Mr. Edison, about this latest contraption of yours….” “Yes. I call it the ‘autopen’. You sign your name on this template and load it into the machine, and the stylus follows that signature to sign it as many times as needed. It should be a godsend to the busy executive who mustContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: All Write and No Play”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVII
Bott hit the floor, and had enough experience by now to scoot out of the way before looking to see where he’d landed. The most immediate threat was coming down the chute. “Wheeee-boomps!” shouted Louba, legs spreading left and wide as she tumbled toward the floor. ”Ah…yoo-hah! Wanna watch where ‘em knee bonesContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVII”
FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs
“Good afternoon, Madame. What can I do for you today?” “I’m not sure. I found these things in a ditch but when I took them home, I noticed that this, particularly, seemed to attract small birds.” “Ah yes. I recognize the decoration style. What you very likely have there, Madame, are someContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Castoffs”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVI
The door they tumbled through was coated with smiling faces on the inside but sharp orange rock on the outside. Louba’s hips caught in the doorway but Bott was behind her this time. He threw a shoulder against the obstacle and they popped out together. “Ya woon’t have problems like ‘at if ya’dContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXVI”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXV
Sheriff Parimat swept a hand down her little skirt as she stepped off the traveling square. It was a futile gesture. Nothing would make this wisp of uniform long enough. No one saluted or even nodded to her; this was the least-travelled corridor in the Rhododendron. Had it not been for the blueContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXV”
SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity
“What can I help you with today, sir?” “I need money, fast.” “I should warn you, sir, that the last person who attempted robbery here is now the stuffed mermaid you see on the wall over….” “I wasn’t going to try it. But can you sell me something that will makeContinue reading “SHORT STORY WEDNESDAY: Golden Opportunity”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIV
“He’s ripping her overalls off now. It’s a real pity you can’t see this.” The screen had been out of Nubry’s line of vision since the golden woman started dancing. His Imperial Worship had thoughtfully provided commentary on how her dancing became a general hugging, kissing, squeezing lovefest among the four prisoners, preoccupyingContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIV”
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