From Elsweyr With Love (#6)
"I don't _know_," said the grate. "What do you mean you don't know? You were supposed to follow her!" "Dammit, I'm not one of your agents. I have a very specific skill. It's my specialty and I'm good at it. But I'm not a spook. I'm not good at...
From Elsweyr With Love (#5)
As she approached the table, the three men seated rose. She smiled at their courtesy, and took a seat offered by a small man at the end of the table. "Thank you. Nice to see some gentlemen still respect a lady." "Oh, certainly," said the man. "We in...
From Elsweyr With Love (#4)
An hour later and Ra'Jirra had stripped to her underwear, panting on the bed like an overheated dog. Sarosh was on the balcony and dressed similarly (except for the bra) and settled in for the night. She might have been a little jealous, but he was...
From Elsweyr With Love (#3)
Ra'Jirra strolled out of the bath wearing only a towel, her hair wrapped up in another atop her head. Then she sat at the small table. "Romanov? What kind of a name is that?" she asked, scanning the dossier. "It's a malapropism. Her real name...
From Elsweyr With Love (#2)
"You understand the mission then?" La'Dasha said to the grate under her feet as she sat on the bench. "I do," came the terse reply. La'Dasha had never met the man she knew as Faelian, though she had made use of his services for years. So far he had...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #16
Chapter 16 In the end, the wedding was a much less private affair than she'd expected. No longer a Concubine of the Mane, there was no need for secrecy. In fact, the little chapel had filled to overflowing with the Mane and all the other concubines...
Oak in Grey Hollow - 3
Chapter 3 - A Day in the Life As the cart rumbled along towards the next village, Mira continued her reflections on her initial meeting with Oak in Grey Hollow. Of course, by now she knew the import of her 'dream', but at the time she passed it off...
Oak in Grey Hollow - 4
Oak in Grey Hollow - 4 - Customer Service After reporting back to Hollow, the two ate a quick bite before MIra dressed for the evening. Hollow handed her a long blonde wig with a tiara, the center jewel being a soul gem. He then explained that when...
Authors - Ch 2 The Gold Road
It was a long trek to Chorrol. She wouldn't arrive until the following day, but she was up for it. She knew the trail well, and had gained immunity from most thieves over the years by writing up their exploits in her stories. Wild animals were, of...
Authors - Ch 12 Departure
The sun was nearing its peak when Quill-Weave awoke. On the bed above her, Casta was snoring quietly. She looked around without moving her head. The floor could use some dusting underneath the bed, she noticed. Then she started to cry silently. Casta...
Authors - Ch 9 Crassius Curio
It was getting dark outside and Quill and Casta were drinking coffee in her parlor. "Have you read anything by Crassius _other_ than the Lusty Argonian Maid?" Casta asked. "Well, actually no," Quill-Weave admitted. "I mean, isn't that...
Authors - Ch 8 Casta Scribonia
* * * Some unknown time later Quill-Weave found herself sprawled over Casta's couch, her head on the floor, one foot over the armrest and the other buried in the cushions above her. She was breathing hard but at peace and, despite her incredibly...