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”