The Rise of The hero of Galorian
The slaver named tork was standing a good forty yards from me. he had a shortbow he used to scare the slaves when they slacked off. and more than once missed hitting a leg or a arm. he drew the bow back as he saw me and i raised my shield.
Transforming into the Dragon Queen (part two of four)
tork. talk. _talk._" there, that was better. he sounded as if he was deliberately trying to make his voice deeper than it was, but that would have to do, if he was there, if he had to do something. and what if he wasn't the only one there?
The World of Aeurn: Coming of the Twice-born (first draft)
I've been with you for years now and every time i tuck you in and keep an eye on you, i heard you talk about things in your sleep--stuff i'm pretty sure i'll never understand; stuff like 'torke radios' and 'metal fatigue'...never knew metal could get tired
Cerinian Sweetheart
A um veholoh ad 0eih tork. neict 0ei kubo mo nakx 0ei ushejj kxo jkuhj?"}