“I have two things on my mind,” Jerdine declared authoritatively. Her voice carried through the thin walls of the residence, unknowingly making my job easier. I ghosted over the worn wood tracking her by sound.
Villains on the Loose
Seven years ago, I finished out my long day at work and completed shopping for necessary supplies. I returned to my car completely unaware of what would greet me. However, upon turning the ignition key the warning lights burned bright across my dashboard.
The Gift
Adrolore paused before his pile of books catching the sound of his pages conversing nearby. A soft murmur, but enough to disturb. He could not be constantly harried.
A Wandering Life
Tobias dropped the heavy pack on the table before Kierda. She stepped back, eyes widening at the girth of it. Tobias suppressed his grin with practice. He wondered what she would think if she tried lifting it.
Resonance
The air hummed with resonance.
Destain watched from the lone seat in the dome’s center as covering whirled from opaque to sheer. The stars opened before him, stretching in endless pinpoints of light.
Odorous Absence
Melori grimaced as he passed the barrier enclosing the feedlot. Stench washed over him which, while foul, didn’t surprise him. The barrier had gleamed a sullen brown when he’d left the barracks this morning. Not the normal, vibrant red.
Quest’s Pets
“You must be joking.” Darman rounded on Jadeen.
She stepped back, blinking at him. “Joking? About what?”
Darman gestured to the ridged case at her feet. “You cannot bring your pet along.”
Baked Enthusiasm
“The bakery is that way.” The boy didn’t bother to look up from the shoes he polished, merely gestured up the street before I finished the shop’s name. I followed his directions, and, rounding the last corner, I whistled softly. Samina hadn’t even tried for plausible deniability.
Silent Suspicion
Calder dug a trench in the dirt as he and Sorrel sat beside their campfire. Perdyn had ventured to the village, Jedston, an hour’s ride away. Well, village was generous from his memory.
The Wordsmith
“What can I say? He likes to play with words.” I brushed my hand over the harsh metal of the table, not raising my gaze to meet the inspectors. There was no good in doing that.