“Is this your entire stock of flying carpets, shopkeeper?” “As far as I know, ma’am.” “What’s THAT mean?” “I suspect three or four may have floated to the ceiling over the years, but it’s hard to be sure.” “I like that. No need to suspect the maid is sweeping dustContinue reading “FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII
The foursome made cautious progress through a broad square room with dark blue walls. They had deciphered the floor tiles so as to proceed without immediate impalement, but this brought Bott no great sense of accomplishment. Anyone who couldn’t figure out not to step on the tiles with holes in them didn’t deserve toContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVI
At a great distance from the ravine, four eyes were able to watch the screaming woman drop, not only as a figure on a screen but as a blip on a graph. A third screen blinked on to allow them to witness the impact. “We will not make that mistake in the future.”Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXVI”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXV
Bott hit the big golden door first. The black knob turned a fingerwidth to the left, but no farther. The grumbles of the grobbles grew louder as more pushed up onto the bridge. The scent pf burning grobble was unattractive, but not as unattractive as the odor of approaching unburnt grobble. A dimpledContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXV”
FICTION FRIDAY: Virtual Game Replicator
“Deluded human!” The skeleton swung its gladius and slashed a dozen pictures pinned to Debbi’s kitty bulletin board. She pulled to the left, jamming a thumb down on the console. Armor clanked and Dirk struck out with his claymore, slicing the creature in half (and severing the bottom two feet of the HelloContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Virtual Game Replicator”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIV
“Grobble grobble grobble.” “Hey, grumblin’ grobbles! Getcher big baggy shoulders outa my way! How many we got?” Bott looked the newcomer over. A low gray oval with deep black eyes and long grey teeth was toddling through the forest, paying no attention to the glittering trees. Tufts of red hair over theContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIV”
FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide
The knock on the door of the unlikely little shop was thunderous. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I….” “Remember me?” “Certainly, sir. You are Galliga of Coyne, who set off to defeat the Dragon of Mount….” “You sold me the magic tablecloth of Queen Clothilde.” “True, sir. An excellentContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIII
“Where is she?” Bott demanded, pulling the gold card out of his pocket. “You know the rules, lummox. I can tell you only where the Dragonshelf is.” Bott glanced around the little yellow room again for impending hazards, and then demanded, “Can you tell me if I went through the same doorContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIII”
THE MIGHTY ARREN, R.N. AND THE IMPEDIMENT MONSTER
“She’s back!” whispered George, one of the male nurses on night shift. “She’s back!” Whispers became cheers as the tall, iron-thewed warrior strode along the corridor, her starched uniform rustling to attract her followers. One by one they fell in behind their mighty hero, knowing she could not fail a second time. Continue reading “THE MIGHTY ARREN, R.N. AND THE IMPEDIMENT MONSTER”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI
“Should we try to climb the waterfall?” Nubry suggested. “Or slide down the drain?” A series of rooms in clashing colors had presented no real obstacles beyond an increasing difficulty in reaching the exits. Bott looked up the big grey rocks to the grey door waiting beyond the tumbling grey water. “No,Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI”
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