The one thing he liked most about the office was the chair. Cushiony, but firm. It felt used, but not worn out. He hated the coffee, though. Didn’t stop him from drinking it. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Raleigh?” asked Garrett Underhill, chief therapist for the San Angeles Police Department. He glanced at his…
The scaled hand drew back the pale yellow sheet, revealing a gaunt olive-skinned face framed by loose-hanging silver hair. “Yes. That’s him. Odalath. Emissary of the Order of Mystics on Val Shohob.” Balthazar didn’t weep for his son. He shed no tears. That time had passed. He looked toward the Zangali coroner and asked, “Did…
“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura, though. Or the eyes. Cold. Icy blue, like the frozen B’hira wastes. Zoznazz tried avoiding the eyes, staring toward the broad maw of the planetoid’s…
Brody says, “Welcome. So, you want to know something about MUSHing, eh?” Zu perches on Guest2′s shoulder. Guest2 says, “Litar says I do, so probably.” Lilihierax says, “Litar knows best, honestly.” Guest2 says, “Oh no.. don’t swell her ego.. That’s my job.” Vadim tags Li out to lower spam. Brody grins. “I declared Litar hero…
