On His Mane's Secret Service - #10
As she rushed out of the room and down the hall, Ra'Jirra's mind was racing. Dar'Amon was back, but what mood would he be in? He might be here to say goodbye. And how had he found out where she was anyway? As she got to the top of the stairs, she...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #7
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. She saw Dar'Amon on the wall surrounding the palace grounds...
From Elsweyr With Love (#5)
As she approached the table, the three men seated rose. She smiled at their courtesy, and took a seat offered by a small man at the end of the table. "Thank you. Nice to see some gentlemen still respect a lady." "Oh, certainly," said the man. "We in...
From Elsweyr With Love (#3)
Ra'Jirra strolled out of the bath wearing only a towel, her hair wrapped up in another atop her head. Then she sat at the small table. "Romanov? What kind of a name is that?" she asked, scanning the dossier. "It's a malapropism. Her real name...
From Elsweyr With Love (Epilogue)
"No, you made the right choice," Em said. "Like you've said before, we may be working with Hammerfell someday. I doubt she would yield much useful information without torture anyway." "And we don't do that... right?" "Not anymore, more's the pity,"...
From Elsweyr With Love (#6)
"I don't _know_," said the grate. "What do you mean you don't know? You were supposed to follow her!" "Dammit, I'm not one of your agents. I have a very specific skill. It's my specialty and I'm good at it. But I'm not a spook. I'm not good at...
From Elsweyr With Love (#4)
An hour later and Ra'Jirra had stripped to her underwear, panting on the bed like an overheated dog. Sarosh was on the balcony and dressed similarly (except for the bra) and settled in for the night. She might have been a little jealous, but he was...
From Elsweyr With Love (#10)
"They've left the city. Yes, he's going after them. I don't know why! Ask that damn Inspector Trudal. We left so many clues they should both have been in jail by now. Yes, don't worry. I gave it to my man. He'll make sure she sees it before he finishes...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #8
The next days were a whirlwind of activity around the palace. For her part, Ra'Jirra mostly just tried to stay out of the way. She spent a lot of time with the other concubine princesses and found them to be significantly more industrious than her...
From Elsweyr With Love (#11)
In the end, it turned out Queue was a off a little bit. It wasn't instantaneous, but it was effective. In fact, he had time to utter one world before he slumped to the floor. "NO!" It took another 10 minutes before Ra'Jirra managed to free herself,...
From Elsweyr With Love (#9)
Ra'Jirra awoke at dawn. Her head felt a little odd, but she chalked it up to the lack of sleep and turned to the jet black form of Ko'Manir. What had she been thinking? She knew nothing about this woman. It wasn't her first time with a woman, true. She...
Murderer #8
She recovered quickly, and the days passed in a Skooma-induced blur. She hated every minute of it, of course, but she started to make some decent coin at least. The Madam was fair enough, and the clients were easy to please though. But as the days went...