The Hike
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.
A gust of wind stirred up the dust of the deserted street.
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
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.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.