The hoofbeats were like thunder behind him as he rode clutching the reins for dear life, not daring to look back again…
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The Son of the Mad King: Chapter Three
This was the moment. His hand reached out. His fingers brushed the soft gold of the petals. He was shaking, his heart at war with itself. It would be such a crime to destroy a beautiful thing like this. He felt sweat on his forehead.
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter Two
Hurrying up to the gates of the castle, March announced his intent of an audience with the Prince with a reverberating yell. His letter of passage from Lord Simas clutched in his hand, he was shown into a high-ceilinged chamber with tapestries draped down carrying verdant forest imagery arrayed along the walls. There was a single table, a long one with chairs for a few guests, evidently the honour granted to the Prince’s closest friends.
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter One
They pulled him off his horse before he could react, and, his head spinning, he could barely fend off the first vicious knife strike at his heart, deflecting it into his left shoulder where it left a shallow cut that stung and sharpened his mind into the instant. He formed a rune with his left hand and cast it with a flick of his wrist, sending a coruscating ring of power out that made the nearest bandit execute a flawless backflip back into the bushes belly-first.
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Four
I cracked my knuckles and stepped forward, my arms raised. More of a signal to my opponent that I wasn’t giving up than an earnest attempt to attack. He still easily dodged out of the way, but my clawing hand caught hold of the edge of his sleeve for just a moment – he was slowing down. He knew it. I knew it.
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Three
“Hey, you! Masked man!” came the shout. The source of the voice was a young man with prodigious sideburns and hair that brushed his shoulders. “Come sit with us!”
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Two
“Can you hear me?”
A very pink face was looking down at me, with huge bug compound eyes and a metal grille where its mouth should be. Oh, I thought. I’m in Hell. Colder than I expected.
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter One
The other guy fell to the ground with a guttural groan, followed by the splashy sound of what’s sometimes called a technicolour yawn. I massaged my knuckles gently – they were a little sore.
“You done?” I said, squatting down beside the guy’s head. His eyes opened, saw what must have seemed like the face of the devil looking down at him, and closed again. I raised my fist in triumph.
Don’t feel too bad for the guy; he’s a real piece of shit.
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Four
“Can we talk?” said the man in black.
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Three
In accordance with the Agency handbook (pages 900-940, 16th ed.), which specifies minimal contact with “suppressive” or “resistant” elements where not specifically sanctioned, I began by lodging a complaint with the Captain of the vessel (Lucille Wisdom, 67, Interluna Origin), in writing and then in person…
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