Yes, Sir | by DolphinSanity
Yellow, slimy tendrils, their color like something between piss and vegetable oil, thrust upward from below. They pierced the dry, red-brown earth, spreading cracks along the ground. This was it: the evil god from below. The curse upon their...
[DolphinSanity] Paper Tiger (Yes, Commodore: Book 2, Epilogue)
The undergrowth of the jungle fringe unfolded around Harry, the edges of his vision hazy as he ran -- his stamina endless, but still no guarantee of sufficient speed as he navigated the tangle of plant life. He _had_ to get to the ritual site and stop...