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”
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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”
FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls
“Well, that was more than I expected to spend. But if it helps me keep track of the wench and those seven little….” “Ma’am! Look out for the…..” “Oh, insult and incinerate it!” “I really should have moved your broom farther inside. Are you hurt, Ma’am?” “My old bones haveContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Ancient Scrolls”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIX
His Imperial Worship frowned, his chin on his palm, one little finger between his lips. “It might be amusing to send you out next,” he said, his eyes steady on the monitor, “He might kill you out of general principle.” Nubry formed a large letter Y, head down and with her feet farContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIX”
FICTION FRIDAY: There Will Be a Reckoning
“What do you seek, mortal?” Kellek tried to see where the voice was coming from, but could find little farther in the murky cave beyond the spiked knees of the demon, high above him. “Vengeance,” he said, through cracked lips. “On whom, mortal?” The voice of doom sounded a little bored. Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: There Will Be a Reckoning”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVIII
It was testimony to the lung capacity of Klamathans that Louba was able to sigh so heavily in midflight. “Stick a hat on me butt an’ see if I thinks better that way.” She leapt over the third box of assorted chocolates. “I feels a right lumpuck.” “They roast lumpucks, don’t they?” inquiredContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVIII”
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