Marcus watched the man closely. He was moving with a powerful stride down the busy street towards the underground subway station. Marcus knew that there was only one chance and it was coming up soon. He nodded briefly; the signal was sent. An older woman stepped out in front of the man, lugging a wheeled […]
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Kalees blinked once, and then again. “Well, this certainly changes things,” he said, sitting down next to Mythrin and Kirian. “Are you sure, Mythrin?” Mythrin nodded. “Absolutely,” he said. “It’s her. There is no doubt in my mind.” “Well then, why has she been living alone as a man in the Crimson Mist forest for […]
Mythrin pulled a silver pocket watch from beneath his cloak and whistled softly. He was going to be late; this wasn’t good at all. To keep an advisor of the royal court waiting might be considered a hanging offense in the Kingdom of Urela. He quickened his pace, allowing his strides to lengthen against the […]
The boss found a new place for me. It’s a little cramped, of course. A bit smaller than the place I was before, but I guess I can’t be too demanding. The last place I lived was a lot of fun. Plenty of parties, lots of drinking. Wasn’t too fond of that car being wrapped […]
The next morning, Mara, Dylan, and Eoin traveled to the borders of Dyteria. The guards greeted the travelers with initial scorn, but once they realized who the two boys were, they were welcomed into the kingdom with ecstatic joy. Mara was also welcomed, and the fact that she was clearly of the kingdom of Terria […]
Mara sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling off the edge. She kicked her heels out into the sky a few times and looked at the dense forest hundreds of feet below her. The clouds mixed with the top of the pines, and to the south she could barely make out the […]
He felt the rain softly on his back as he bent over to pull out the next weed. It was welcomed, to be sure, the heat of the day finally dissipating with each droplet, but he knew that soon he would have to venture inside. But for now, the gentle coolness was a welcome relief. […]
Carol shifted the glass in her hand, allowing the ice to settle into the whiskey. The jeweled watch, elegant and thin against her wrist shifted slightly, and she stole a glance at the face. Eight twenty-five in the evening. Carol sighed.
If her contact didn’t show up pretty soon her whiskey and ice was going to turn into a disappointing whiskey and water.
scotch-on-wooden-backgroundStill, she had to give Mr. Gibson props. The club was nice, especially for a meeting such as this. It was crowded with music playing in the background and people talking over the general din of plates and silverware crashing together. It wasn’t loud enough that you needed to shout to make yourself heard, but she doubted anyone could filter out what was being said by a single person.