“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”
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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”
FICTION NOT-QUITE FRIDAY: Soaring Prices
“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”
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”
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