(something hot)
[SOMETHING HOT] He smirks at me. Chase: Hm, well, I'll have to see if I remember what you like... let's see, sweaty blowjobs, lying on top of poor defenseless otters like you're trying to squeeze them flat, and snuggling so long after you finish that...
(something strong)
[SOMETHING STRONG] Leo: You got something like that first one, but stronger? He grins. Chase: I think I know what you need. The drink he pours is thick, almost syrupy. It's a rich dark chocolate color. It smells somewhere between beer and coffee...
(how about you start me with something light and sweet)
[HOW ABOUT YOU START ME WITH SOMETHING LIGHT AND SWEET?] Chase: I know just the thing. He fills the glass. I don't see a label on the bottle. The liquid is the color of the sunrise on the mountains, and it smells like a citrus popsicle. Tastes like...
Echo: El Primero de los Misterios Dolorosos
I'm driving down the highway. I don't know exactly where I am, but everything seems familiar. The smell of rock dust and sagebrush, the landscape, the traces of sunset at the edge of the sky even late at night. Wherever I am, I'm not far from home. I...
(continue down the road)
The highway only goes one place, it turns out. It dead ends at a low building with a gravel parking lot. There's a cloud of moths around a light over the door, but that's the only sign of life. The windows are painted over. There's a truck and a van...
A Far Green Country
How often have I dreamed of such a place? How often have I seen those emerald fields, And in that dream, forgotten that I dreamed, That I would wake, had woken, and my life Dissolved into a peaceful deja vu That cannot be remembered? I can...
Ragnarok - Epilogue
So ends the tale of Shane the Champion. Of his blood-brother, Varr the Last-to-Flee. Of Klau the Berserker, called the Blacksword. Of the Old Man, who some hold was a god. Of the lost Witchfolk, and their young Lady Who solely of her people is not...
Ragnarok - XXVII
Somewhere it was autumn. On the shore Wind-kissed and smelling of soft salt there stood But three alone. The sighing pines atop The dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves. Somewhere it was evening. Heavy clouds Were crimson painted...
Ragnarok - XXVI
The Sulfur Carrier had dug its claws Into the cliff face, on either side of The shallow crevice where the Old Man stood At bay. The rock walls were collapsing in. When he had thrust his spear into the breach To wedge it open, it had buckled and...
Ragnarok - XXV
Darkness, and the stench of rotten eggs To make his eyes water. If he had held His hand before his face, Shane could have seen No glove, no fist, no color or outline. He did not bother to. He blinked the sting Out of his eyes, and strained toward...
Ragnarok - XXIV
It grinned. It ripped a fist of mangling claws Down like a meteor. It gouged the stairs, Where Varr and the Old Man had stood away As could a spoon through cold whipped butter-cream, But they had ducked, had rolled under its palm As it passed just...
Ragnarok - XXIII
Somewhere, amongst the ruins of ruins The legions of dishonored dead, hissing As might an immolated corpse upon A burning ship, at cold saltwater's touch, With agonizing slowness flung themselves Against the hated company who held, Though...