Nayleen rammed her hands against the shelf to abruptly stop herself at the bookshelf. Running her hands over book spines, she pushed them this way and that trying to locate one impossible to find tome. “Where is it?” She bit her lip. The tome wasn’t in this case. Or worse, remained hidden from her. Shoving the thought away from her, Nayleen whipped about, turning toward another of the shelves she rushed to it. The shelf proved equally disappointing.
Day 18: Trick-or-Treating Shapeshifters
Moments after the off-key melody stopped echoing within the house, the door creaked slowly open. The sound reminded Jameson of a crypt opening. Through a narrow slit a face peered out at him. A man, a widower Jameson knew, whose skin appeared a tepid green with thick folds of skin dangling. Looking up, Jameson didn’t smile nor did the man open the door further.
Unlucky Task
Detective Sloane questioned the prudency of following an unknown entity into an unknown environ, but the space he led her toward didn’t bare the same all-encompassing blackness the creature created.
Day 17: Alien Scryers
Ben drummed his finger over the old worn wood of the desk as he watched Darlene. She stood at a table in the center of the room dangling a crystal from a chain in her hand as she leaned over a map. “I don’t know which is more unbelievable. The fact that you’re actually scrying or the fact that what you’re scrying for aliens.” His voice came out in a low grumble, which tumbled the words together.
Day 16: Dragon Sight
“They’re coming around again!” Marey tried, mostly successfully, to push down the apprehension from the statement. Feet drummed over the ship’s metal decks the crew scurried about trying to spot which direction the Air Guard approached from this time. Marey didn’t see anything. Not yet, but, if the scope had spotted it, they were out there somewhere, and she’d see them quick enough. She’d other fools to deal with first. She ducked lower and scurried toward the fore. Her mother’s words chased behind her.
Day 15: Lorekeeper’s Mask
The council chambers were the normal chaos of noise which always accompanied the middle of a meeting. Too many provinces were represented in the room. Too many differing cultures differing with traditions. Theyal didn’t see how anyone could expect meetings to proceed otherwise. Still, this part of the meeting did not disturb him as much as what he knew would follow.
Day 14: Possessed Guild House
“Welcome to the Fighters Guild,” I said and clapping my hands I rubbed them with delight. The abrupt sound along with my booming voice quieted the general conversation in the room. I cast an appraising gaze over the group. Fourteen new recruits to guild this season. The best class we’d had in ages. Paying the bards in the hinter lands had paid off.
Day 13: Zombie Fireball
If Darill never saw another undead, it would be too soon. Never mind the fact that the undead had only been attacking Kadenfall for less than a week. The week had been without sun, and at this point their powers had grown weaker. They had to break the siege.
Day 12: Space Dwarves
Callum set his pickaxe down on the counter. The metal ringing pleasantly as the solid weight settled itself. A sound which pleased any dwarf, but which humans had yet to learn to appreciate. Callum scowled at the humans across the counter as rubbed their ears. Not a good way to start asking for a favor.
Day 11: Djinn Party
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