Drachenmagd #7
“uh, yeah, larsine was going to take me to an antique furniture shop in schonheit," he answered, “i wanted one of those antique phones you all use." “hm... an antique phone?" faline said whilst pushing her glasses up on her face.
Mistaken Identity
The antiquities bureau agreed to share the findings." "you know the politics involved." professor smyth shook his head wearily.
Demon Gateway
The counter was as much of an antique as any book in the store was, and sitting behind the old wooden counter was yet another antique. an old man dressed in a shirt, bowtie, and vest was sitting on a stool.
How I got Damned - Preamble
Like the sirens of antiquity, they flatter the ears and cast a spell over you. but if you give in to them, you are lost. these are the stories of those who have fallen for it. the unfortunate ones who followed its call.
Sun Rise Massage
Stepping inside, the reception area seemed immaculate, clean and attractively furnished, decorated in an asian motif, with paintings and ancient looking antiques.
Hecho En Florida
He leaned back in the chair - an armchair, probably an antique though it was still covered by the white cotton sheet and he couldn't really tell - puffing, slower now, on the absconded cigar.
Spitecaller Ch. 1
Looking for a book or an antique?" i query the female raccoon in front of me. she looked like one of those soccer moms that took one too many trips to the fur darkening salon.
Spider Slayer
Not that running an antiques shop in a mall was ever exactly boring -- she'd seen some pretty interesting pieces and people come and go -- but it still could be... monotonous.
The Presentation
It was unnoticeable at first, but more and more obvious as time went on- the seat of the professor's expensive, antique slacks were slowly but surely bulging out, turning a sickly brown.
Wishful Thinking
As a customer assistant at an antique bookseller, atali often has plenty of time to daydream. when it's quiet and he's not cataloging the latest purchases, he's thinking about his ideal life as a wolftaur, far away from the daily grind.
Chapter V: Moonlight and Familiars
Graeme actually had a specific set of stalls in mind, ones that seemed to always deal only in fine old antiques.
Reunion- Part 7
Kurt went home that night and cried, he hated himself, he knew his parents kept a gun in the house, they weren't home, he took the firearm in his paw, an antique revolver, but he couldn't do it.