Thane of Hearts, Final Chapter
The days following the discovery of the dead priest were tense. Rafn was the Valraven. Of this I had no doubt, and the knowledge scared me. The great _Wyrm of Midgard_, _Fenrir_ the wolf, _Ratatosk_ the messenger; marvellous beasts of wonder live in...
Fall From Grace
Her dewlaps curled back, exposing sharp, predatory canines, her body having transformed from the small, shy anthropomorphic doe she had been into her _true_self - a therian whitetail doe. "you'll never hurt anyone again..."
Fallen Angels, Part three -Scratching the Itch
Are they both crazy, or does this case need a therian and an otherkin to solve ? this story is the direct sequel to "havana or hell", but new readers can join in on the action here.
Forward unto Dawn
No conversion into the real thing, for both of us, therian and once beaten animal, now begging for the grave.
Ode To The Coming Revelation
How stately and mighty are the beautiful creatures! Thy fur and thy claws grant thee an adamant admiration. Oh the ink that has been to paper for your readers, Written of: in fright, and horror; in love and adoration. Symbol, even uninfluenced, of...
Thane of Hearts -a viking age mystery, Part I
_To battle! The enemy is at the gate._ Crisp snow crumbled under my boots and icy fingers of a northern wind tugged at my cape as I hurried towards the fields. I was cold, freezing, but there was no time to stop and comfort myself by the fire in the...
My Guardian Demons [The Complete Story]
Darkness embraced me as I entered exhibition hall three at the _Oakenford Games Convention_. Excited, disembodied voices chattered around me while my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I was surrounded by posters and booths that advertised the latest in...
Thane of Hearts, Part three
#5 of thane_of_hearts this is part three of "thane of hearts", a therian fantasy, set in viking-age norway.
Cry Me a Murder (Part Two) : The Shoe that Fits
I stomped towards the exit of the Oakfort police station with a plane ticket to Mexico in my pocket and the taste of sour bile in my mouth. "Damn you, Quinn" I cursed. I had a feeling the inspector had somehow manipulated me into going on this...
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 5) Mean Gene W24
Walking down the Lakeview district always makes me uneasy. You can tell the people here are well off, by the way they walk, the way they dress and the way they see right through you, without ever making eye contact. That's why I feel out of place the...
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 2) Death Drove a Pontiac
"Daniel?!" "Mmm!" "Pass me a towel, would'ya?" My sister Katryn balanced herself on a ladder and stretched to wipe away a stray cobweb that was moments away from being embedded into the criss-cross pattern of wet paint. For the better of a month,...
Cry me a Murder (conclusion) Otherkin, my Demonheart
I left the seaside town of San Blas, driving east towards El corral and the convent of Iuna's sisters. The sisterhood, and with them Nurse Richards were sworn to protect the innocent and the weak. If Richards had fled the hotel with Chris Tell, the...