On His Mane's Secret Service - #7
#159 of prequel when em and ra'jirra left the palace, night was coming on. she had changed out of the raba back into her normal clothes by then, but carried the priceless garment in a bag over her shoulder.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #6
#158 of prequel i didn't realize i was so far behind in posting updates to this story! well, prepare for 6, 7 and 8 in rapid succession.
Authors - Ch 12 Departure
#214 of prequel quill-weave leaves. the sun was nearing its peak when quill-weave awoke. on the bed above her, casta was snoring quietly. she looked around without moving her head. the floor could use some dusting underneath the bed, she noticed.
Authors - Ch 9 Crassius Curio
#210 of prequel did he or didn't he? that is the question... it was getting dark outside and quill and casta were drinking coffee in her parlor. "have you read anything by crassius _other_ than the lusty argonian maid?" casta asked.
Authors - Ch 8 Casta Scribonia
#209 of prequel a fun time was had by all. * * * some unknown time later quill-weave found herself sprawled over casta's couch, her head on the floor, one foot over the armrest and the other buried in the cushions above her.
Evil Quill-Weave:Sidekick (Part 4)
#47 of prequel a long-form fanfiction - though the beast is becoming a world unto itself it seems! probably the last thing i'll do for a while - just rl stuff. i'll be back, just sorta a holiday hiatus.
Authors - Ch 5 The Tiber Septim Hotel
#206 of prequel it is possible for quill-weave to get drunk without necessarily regretting it in the morning! she woke slowly, wondering idly if it was too late to go down to the tavern.
Saphira's Heat Preview
Eragon and Saphira flew high above the ship they had set sail on nearly three months earlier. Eragon closed his eyes as the wind caressed his bare torso. He had had enough of getting his tunics wet while at sea and had decided to make the journey...
The Hunting
There were many things that pissed Rukj off. The black wolf, usually imperturbable, would easily lose his temper when people were not doing what they were supposed to do. In his mind, every single Beast had a place and a purpose, and even though those...
Pale Blue Dot - volume 3 - Promise 3.3
Military boots and tank treads crunched over the cracked streets, a sound that had gradually become part of daily life in the settlement zone. The clattering noise was no longer strange, and the drones flying overhead, far above us, were far less...
Pale Blue Dot - volume 6 - Curtain Up 6.5
Luther the mutt The long hallway stretched before me, the emperors of the past gazing down with mournful eyes, while the yellow-white lights flickered above. I really didn't get it—why use electric lights to mimic the unsteady glow of...
Pale Blue Dot - volume 4 - The eyes 4.3
"Huh, what?" I wasn’t sure if I heard him wrong or if this was some kind of clumsy pickup line, so I wanted to confirm. "Your eyes," he repeated, his tone detached. "I want to see your eyes." This request was really strange. But...