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”
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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”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIII
Was the drone so monotonous that you just couldn’t hear it after a while? Bott had no real hopes that the Emperor’s technicians might have overlooked that possibility. Dazzling geometric patterns of black and white continued to swirl past under his hands. Small, hard veins rippled along the surface of the tube withContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXIII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXII
It wasn’t the intense odor of vanilla that told Bott where he had landed so much as the fuzz. He recalled the time that his Klamathan captain, especially upset, had ordered half the crew to shave their legs and hips before being stood in corners. Easing one hand up past his face, ge faveContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXII”
FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen
“Look, I have to climb the wall a then walk across a yard filled with gravel to get to Darkhaus the Dire’s dungeon door.” “Yes, sir. And those Slippers of Silence will get you across the gravel without disturbing a single pebble which might alert a watchman or guard dog.” “I don’tContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Making the Seen”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXI
Bott stared at the closing doors a moment too long. Pellets flew again, this time angling down. Most bounced off his back but he felt the sting as a few hit his hands and face. He rolled from the ramp, aiming for the largest door he’d seen. The door shuddered, but did notContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXXI”
FICTION FR/WEDNESDAY: The Camel Sails
Now in those days word came to Florence that her brother Noah was building a great ark to rescue the animals of the Earth from a mighty flood. But when Florence heard that her brother planned to fill the vessel with all manner of animals of all sizes and diets, this did not seem goodContinue reading “FICTION FR/WEDNESDAY: The Camel Sails”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXX
Chlorda paused on the side of corridor, setting the back of one hand against one golden cheek. “How disorienting! Fun, though.” “But nex’ time we does it, us dainty types goes first,” said Bassada, folding her arms across her chest as she stood on the ceiling. “Watchin’ ‘em two slabsa chunk roast wobbleContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXX”
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