Captain Helias had been present at the crowded Lord's Meeting when Dragon King Vanentin excused himself from the stately room in the same breath as his ruling, resulting in a tumultuous stir among the attending lords and nobles. Vanentin's sudden exit alarmed Helias. Where are you going? Something's happened. He straightened from where he leaned … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 5)
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Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 6)
With Miss Hunt hovering over him like a breaking tidal wave, Zvonko dropped his eyes to the bronze pint of ale on the table. The downward tilt of his face in the candlelight underscored his dark circles and bruised eye. Calm down, girl. Hunt took a step back. She hated snapping at Zvonko. He meant … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 6)
The Frying Pan (pt. 6)
The high-tech digital backdrop of the massive stage was transformed into a scoreboard. High behind the kid's podium, the word HOME was the emblazoned in white letters inside a blue rectangle. Below it, read the challenger's name "Pan". Behind the sorcerer's podium, the word GUEST was enclosed in a white square above the word "King". … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 6)
The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 4)
The golden lizard man farthest to the left withdrew a scroll from his robe's white bell sleeve and unfurled it to read. “The hearing for the settlement of debt for the Debtor named Kyle Thompson---” Mario blurted. “Kyle?!” Cayn hissed faintly to warn him to be silent. The muscle of jailer’s square jaw bulged. His … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 4)
Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 5)
Miss Hunt glared in betrayal and disgust. “Zvonko...” I glanced emphatically at Zvonko. When he leaned in, I said, "She must be convinced." Nodding, Zvonko elbowed past me and went to stand before the bar's owner. Just then, I heard my name among the conversation somewhere behind me. Someone who knew me had spotted me. … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 5)
The Frying Pan (pt. 5)
After mandatory introductions, the smiling female announcer named Journey held up a hand and brought the live audience's cheers to a stop. She wore a black pant suit and fashionable short-heeled ankle boots. Her short hair, dyed tropical turquoise, was spiked. “First!” She said into her microphone, “A little backstory. Yesterday the terms of today's even … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 5)
The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 3)
Inside the cell fifteen minutes later, Mario looked on curiously as Cayn was crouched over a colossal pile of manacles of various sizes, shapes, and weights. The metal restraints clinked and jangled as the jailer handled one after another. He was searching for a perfect pair but none of them appeared to have been made with … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 3)
The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 2)
Mario's body felt heavy. The floor pressed against his back, head and limbs. Hard and cold. The misplaced taste of stale, dank air roused him. Oww my body hurts. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his car. However, he didn’t recall ever getting back out. Why would he be outside his car, sprawled … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 2)
Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 3)
Lally exited the charts office carrying several rolled maps under his arm. His straw hat was cocked back on his short dark hair away from scrapes on his forehead, beginning to scab over. Nasty scratches darkened his chin and the bridge of his nose. A split lower lip showed several day's worth of healing although, … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 3)
The Frying Pan (pt. 3)
After a dinner of green salad and a baked pasta casserole, the family convened on the living room couch in front of the TV. Dad sat at one end and his son sat on the other with the frying pan on the ottoman near his son's elbow. They left a space in the middle for … Continue reading The Frying Pan (pt. 3)
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