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”
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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”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XX
Bott decided he was not going to vomit. Not so much because it would amuse the bilstim Emperor and dismay Nubry; it was a simple rule of survival. Lediark of the Loathsome had told him about imperial prisons in his younger days, before he had had any experience of them. “You don’t knowContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XX”
FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT
Apps just appeared on the screen without warning, sometimes, begging you to pay for them. Howard swiped past what was either an elderly woman with chickenpox or a slightly decayed horse’s head. “It’s down here.” Bob nodded, quickly easing from polite interest to polite boredom. By the time Howard had swiped to whatContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIX
The Panoply now connected the Rhododendron to the Drover, creating a massive three-ship complex commanded by His Imperial Worship. This looked less loke one large ship than like a large, beautiful, elegant, heartbreakingly lovely ship which had run into two chunks of space debris. No one mentioned this to Sheriff Parimat, who knew itContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIX”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVIII
Bott’s hands dropped to the console. His fingers jammed down on the tabs he had figured out. Then they hit the ones he hadn’t. Even those that were still lit refused to change under pressure. After a moment’s hesitation, he jammed one thumb down across the Mess Call. Nothing happened. “Ship!” he bellowed. Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVIII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII
“It’s only a surface scratch,” Bott said, swiveling the captain’s chair left and right. “I can fix it myself.” “Don’t you touch my ship!” Nubry shouted. The librarian strode halfway across the Drover’s bridge and back, shaking both fists above her head. Bott noticed the dark spots under her arms again. “Just leaveContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVI
Being an Imperial Sheriff did not allow for any display of nerves. Her father had told her as much while breaking her of that childhood habit of thrusting her entire right fist into her mouth. But Sherriff Parimat was unable to keep herself from rubbing that hand on her right thigh. She had noContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XVI”
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