Going Home p. 30-60
Moon's Day was another market day, and he accompanied his mother--not without a certain reluctance, but happily enough. Making their way past a cloth vendor, who laid out a bolt of purple-printed calico and rolled a yard of it over his arm to tempt...
Going Home p. 1-30
_I am going to a crazy-house,_ the red-gold dragon reminded himself. _Everything there is weird, or wrong, or upside-down and backwards._ He was flying now, but he wouldn't be for much longer. When he reached the city limits he would have to land....
Hell Week P. 35-77
Ana was quieter, though not entirely still. Nai sat up with him for the rest of the night--at least, for the scant handful of hours that counted as night. Ortice made no further complaints, now that Ana wasn't kicking him anymore. Bazlio had Oz to look...
Hell Week p. 1-35
The litter was heavy, his back ached, and the rope was cutting into his hands. What he wouldn't have given for a cart, just one cart, a simple one with four wheels like a peddler might drive. He wouldn't even ask for an ox or a donkey. He wouldn't mind...
That Weird Thing That Ana Knows How To Do, Part 2
"So, Ana, I was thinkin' . . ." Rial had that sideways look he got when he was coming on to someone. Ana set his tea aside and sat forward with new interest. "Oh, Ree, you mustn't do _that_," he said, grinning. The silver smiled back and snickered....
That Weird Thing That Ana Knows How to Do, Part 1
It was after school, and about two hours before evening meal, a good time for doing nothing. As they got older, their days got more and more regimented. This year they had another hour of study hall, and they had added tactics. Next year, more tactics,...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Before The Dawn
**Before the Dawn** "Gone," said the gray-green, unaware that he had given voice to the word that was making his head spin. The crowd had fallen to pieces soon after the climax of the spectacle. He had crossed the bowled floor, many times,...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Gladiatrix
**Gladiatrix** Rhys was pacing. He folded his blanket neatly and stowed it in the corner, then he moved it away from latrine and up to the front of the cell. "Do you think . . . ?" he said. He decided the blanket would go better in a...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Rage and Retribution
**Rage and Retribution** "It can't have been anyone else, the bites . . . He opened the old scars, all of them. I don't know why! Why would he . . . Why would anybody do that, Rhys?" "Oraz," Rhys repeated. His hands were curling into fists...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Hard Lessons
**Hard Lessons** His head was buzzing, not unpleasantly. His vision had a shimmer to it that made everything seem just a bit unreal. There was . . . a hand. It was stretched out in front of him. It was tied. Following the twist of the rope made...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Life After Death
**Life After Death** Sidro was limp, pitched forward on the floor, a marionette whose strings were cut. Beneath him, the puddles of their seed were mingling, not much from either of them, but enough. Rhys nudged him on to his back and cleaned him...
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Death of Innocence
**Death of Innocence** Peering through the dark lines, Rhys beheld an impossibility: a slender male dragon, gold, wrapped in a thin and filthy blanket. He was dreaming still, had to be. He pinched himself, claws out, but nothing changed. ...