Tiger, Tiger – Part fifty

Captain Jorg Weiss was a florid faced graybeard who stood taller than Lilavati’s beloved, with what remnants were left of his hair combed behind and fastened with a leather band in a vain attempt to give him some sense of military dignity. His armor barely fit around a midriff gone soggy with too much fine […]

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Racing the Wind, Part 5

Photo via VisualHunt.com Angharad escaped her ecstatic mother, who was now in full planning mode for her daughter’s wedding. She made her way to the library. Eridan was waiting for her. “Your mother is very enthusiastic,” he said. He was staring out the window and didn’t turn around. “Both my mother and father were worried […]

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A hero’s flame

Photo via Visual hunt It was eerily quiet. The sirens had stopped some time ago, and the bombs no longer shook the bunker. Brava clung to her daughter as the toddler whimpered in the dark. “Brava, hush that brat before she gets us captured,” someone hissed. Brava couldn’t tell who it was. “Have you ever […]

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