Just Once: Side Stories: the Feminist
She was finally aware, at that moment, of what modern feminism has become: often misandry, often even misogyny. thus, she found an archaic-but very much needed in the modern era-form of feminism just right for her: sex-positive.
Between Rogues Chapter 2: The Box and the Scroll
Nanira, who had never been overly fond of the rabbit, tried to ignore the other's misandry for the moment. "i tried to convince talbot that it would be good if he were seen with a peasant woman.
"Freed"
Valant warmed a touch too much. She stiffened; seven 'nesses of hue sundry, knee high, scrubbed and washed with ladle-poured water many a scale that shined red of a body which had started to heal, the scars to crase the lines tween in a fortnight to...
Leaf
You had to sink in your teeth all the way; air made the blood bitter. He'd heard it from Cal too many times to count. The canopy blocked most of the light; the leaves, almost all of it. Bycil watched from a few yards behind Caldain, who lay fond...
The Way of the High
She still planned to lay the daughter of the Queen, who had left for Avindor; the heir would, after all, need guidance ever should Her Grandeur pass. Besides, Dorissa didn't think she'd forget that she violated her, did she? A few licks of payback were...
Power Balance (For Charkonian)
They tinted red, he aimed back to the lantern, lakes of fire in his gaze of misandry. words now waited out the punishing fists; strikes toward kilowog sent an energy armada, spears, lances of a sharpness real metal scarcely touched...
Fire to Ashes, Ashes to Fire; I Will Remain
He flew over set after set of dried terraces 'tals farmed rice on, a brown-striped white variety, hardened past the southerly to survive here in the cooling season, and passed the lone administrative tower, while the mountains far to the sides took...
Her Grandeur
Gerlis stood at the back of the runner and before the double doors twice her height. The tinted slight sickly green grey clouds of the morrow shifted and convulsed, mushing, rumbling, shading horridly the forty marshal guards, lined on both sides of...
Send Off
Thousands of wings beat outside. The quadrupedal dragoness, Gerlis, walked down the hall, plate blood splotched. The stripped dragontal Kerith thrashed while she dragged him by the neck with her left forelimb. From the right side of the Hall of...