Hamlet and Horatio “Ratso! What are you doing back from Wittenberg? Won’t your father flip his wig if you’re not at your studies?” Horatio frowned. “You’re one to talk. You are talking! Who are you talking to, anyway?” “Myself,” Hamlet … Continue reading →
Poker “Full house.” “Shit!” “Again?” “I’m out. My wife’s gonna kill me as it is.” “Who’s in?” “Me.” “Yeah, me too.” “Fine.” “You’re grinning. What’s got you so happy?” “He’s winning, isn’t he?” “Yeah. Good point.” “Deal.” “What’s your game?” … Continue reading →
Letters to a Young Dragon My dearest Son, The time of your fiftieth birthday fast approaches, and it is nearly time for you to go forth, find a mate, and spawn. As my father did for me, and his father … Continue reading →
Anne sighed. Her charge, whom she nicknamed “Mouse,” ran on thick, short little legs around the yard, stumbling over the short hillocks of grass. Her stubby fingers extended in front of her like feelers, alert for danger. “Look…” Anne trailed … Continue reading →
After ascending one level, Fenton realized that Gray was right behind him. He whirled in sudden fury and slammed the taller man against the wall. “Gods damn you, Mage! Had you allowed me to speak to her in peace, she … Continue reading →
Kilasha watched Fenton’s retreating back grimly. The leather vest he wore over his clothing when inside was richly tooled, designs tracing the entire surface. Her fingers itched to explore it. She closed her eyes, more to refocus herself than anything … Continue reading →
Captain Fenton Meriwether moved down the stairs to the cells beneath the castle, his steel shod boots echoing back against the stone. After a moment, he heard a second set of footfalls and slowed, curious. A flash of midnight blue … Continue reading →
Kilasha caught a thermal and rose nearly a hundred feet before she could even blink. A crosswind buffeted her into a sudden calm pocket. The rain pelted her while she floated, her silks stirring a little in the air, and … Continue reading →
“She what?” Gray demanded. “She flew away. Sir,” Malkin added. The youngster blinked earnestly at the mage, almost vibrating with sincerity. “Flew away.” Fenton wanted to laugh at the expression on Gray’s face, but knew it would hurt Malkin’s feelings. … Continue reading →