Eddie's Decision
*No one fucks with Eddie.
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
Jonas leaped over the barricade and wormed his way through an opening in the quarantine fence without being noticed, his stolen prize held tightly in his jaws.
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience.
I didn’t kill him.