Nightworld 24: Wax Wings
# NIGHTWORLD # # 24: Wax Wings The alien writhed inside the glass, a body-sized smear of undulating grey and black. Jaro stared hard at it, slowly raising one of his arms. The thing in the mirror mimicked his movements, but it wasn't him. It was...
Nightworld 20: Honoured Guests
# NIGHTWORLD # # 20: Honoured Guests “Very good. Lord Zakhar was most hopeful you would accept his invitation," said Zakhar's herald, bowing deeply once again before turning to leave. “Follow me, honoured guests, if you please." “Sure this...
Nightworld 04: Godhead's Lament
# **NIGHTWORLD** # # **04: Godhead's Lament** Jaro plodded along behind Kadir, his mind fighting and his body obeying. The vampire's words permeated everything, an unignorable command beckoning him forth. It was the most he could manage to look...
Black Meridian 24: Blood Mesa
**24: Blood Mesa** When Fletcher woke, he found himself alone in the tent. Sitting up, he drew a paw over the top of his head, smoothing the disrupted fur. It felt odd, staying out in the wilderness; fully cognisant of the fact he might never again...
Nightworld 17: What Dead Men Say
# NIGHTWORLD # # 17: What Dead Men Say As the team trekked back through the Deadlands, Jaro spent his time on point with Devna. While it was nice to spend a few days quietly marching with the marksman, he was mostly glad to have a bit of distance...
Nightworld 08: All Our Gods Are Martyrs
# NIGHTWORLD # # 08: All Our Gods are Martyrs Southern France, 1998 "Yo wolfie, are you writin' an actual letter?" Jaro jumped in his seat, glancing back to see a large, shirtless bull striding into his little nook. The newcomer's navy blue hide...
Nightworld 25: Nothing to Forgive
# NIGHTWORLD # # 25: Nothing to Forgive Jaro leaned over the precipice, the breeze tugging at his fur as he stared down into the pit. Old wood creaked beneath his boots, half-rotten through, half frozen solid. No telling what the ledge was even...
Black Meridian 23: Reptile
**23: Reptile** “You go ‘round the back, hop the weak point in the fence and we’ll catch ‘em in the middle.” Lyric said, sliding off his mount and drawing his slide-action. Fletcher remained frozen on the horse, his mouth periodically opening and...
Black Meridian 25: Ov Memory, Ov Void
**25: Ov Memory, Ov Void** “Overconfidence, such a slow but insidious killer." Beau Riddon cooed, watching Lyric struggle in place, a permanent grin etched across his angular face. The jackal was tied hog-style, writhing on his belly like a snake...
A Patient Death 18: A Little Trouble
**~ Chapter 18: A Little Trouble ~** “Oh, it's been too long since I've 'ad a dog." The vixen demurred, as Fenton's thumb trailed across her navel. “Much too long indeed." Her breath was hot on his neck, the sour stink of her coat thick in his nose....