"The Thin Line," Part J
\*\*\*\*\* I returned to Chitterleigh's bungalow from the squirrel-femme's residence to find that he was out, probably on some kind of duty. Even an A.D.C. has duties, it would appear. So, for that matter, do their servants. One of my colleagues...
"Knocking Down the Fares"
Knocking Down the Fares By E.O. Costello, © 2010 All characters in this story are © E.O. Costello "Steak and eggs for breakfast, Harry. Cookie must figure we're gonna snuff it." Dutch said this to me gloomily as I sat down across from...
"The Thin Line," Part I
\*\*\*\*\* If Lieutenant Chitterleigh noticed that I had spent a completely sleepless night, he was too polite to mention it. Very unusual behaviour for an officer toward a private, but then again, I had seen much unusual behaviour from officers...
"The Thin Line," Part H
\*\*\*\*\* My duty as an honest narrator, let alone an elf, mandates that I tell you I wept later that night. Some of it, to be sure, was fear; fear of what seemed like some kind of storm that was gathering around me, but from which I had no...
"The Thin Line," Part G
\*\*\*\*\* The next pawful of days passed uneventfully, unless you count Bagoum dropping twelve straight shove-copper matches to me. The stakes were comparatively low: the ram had to mow both the front and the back yard of the bungalow, a task...
"The Thin Line," Part F
\*\*\*\*\* My initial thought had been that, clinking and pouring notwithstanding, I was about to deal with some feral furs. I was not that far wrong; it was Schweink and Bagoum, who by either some unerring instinct, or by the means of observing...
"The Thin Line," Part E
\*\*\*\*\* I got up at one point during the early morning hours to go into the kitchen. While extreme even by the standards of Faerie, I did perform a quick check with Gramerye on that icebox to see if anything Eldritch was present. Nothing...
"The Thin Line," Part D
\*\*\*\*\* I heard the bells tolling from one of the nearby monasteries throughout the night, so it was with plenty of time that I was up and about and out of the billet by the time the sun rose. It looked to be a rather sunny and cloudless...
"The Thin Line," Part C
\*\*\*\*\* I sat down while the Marshal's clerk fluttered to his seat. He selected a reed and sharpened it, while winking at me. "Don't use quills, lad. Might be someone I know." I nodded, and he must have seen the expression on my face. ...
"The Thin Line," Part B
\*\*\*\*\* If you discount the fact that I was, by some quirk of fate, assigned to latrine duty for the next seven days, there seemed to be few repercussions from the events of that night. This in spite of the fact that I took the risk of using...
"The Thin Line," Part A
_(Author's Note: This story was originally published in serial format. The "\*\*\*\*\*" designation shows where the original episodic breaks were located.)_ \*\*\*\*\* It was not difficult to discern that my drill instructor was peeved at me....