From Elsweyr With Love (#8)
"a spy?" "no. i'd call it perhaps espionage, but the publications weren't secret. at first anyway. but they became so over the years, and i found i was good at decrypting them. all languages have patterns in them, you see.
Mending - Spying in the night (excerpt)
[...] After a final proofread of that last book, I gather the finished work in a pile, leaving the original material by my bed. When I try lifting them all at once, I immediately feel the strain on my wound. I was looking forward to the prospect of...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #6
It took hours before Ra'Jirra and Em were called to the private audience with the Mane. During that time, Em had introduced her to so many dignitaries and Royal personages that her mind had gone numb with the names and titles. Of course the main topic...
On His Mane's Secret Service - #10
She spied a bench in a small park a little way ahead. "hold that thought, dar," she said as she entered the little green-space.
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...
Conference Room Week
“are you spying on our boss?" “what?" shirley snorted. “no! no, of course not. you silly little thing, of course not." she let the thought hang in the air for a second, before she came clean: “i've written a program that spies on our boss _for_ me."
"The Thin Line," Part HH
\*\*\*\*\* Any fur observing me for most of the afternoon would have decided that I was either bored or that I had gone somewhat around the bend. The squaddies who were continuing work on the forts were probably of the latter view, since most...
Fur-Tech Industries
The sixteenth floor and up is where an advanced spy network is held. i created it with the intentions of stopping a mad man in his quest for world domination.
Coffee on Wednesdays
He stayed there long after the front door closed, holding the spy's notes against his chest. - - - - - the tone generator and pitch meter sat sullenly on top of the grand piano.
A Game of Draconic Chicken
The last spy said the same thing.” “this is giant condor territory — only reason anyone would be arsed to make that hike.” “he said that too.
Cubinioa -7- everyones freinds in a Foxhole
How long have you been spying for the c:?" "not a spy," whimpers the fox. "told him we work for cubpewter so he couldn't kill us." dispite his earlier bravado the little fox whimpers loudly.