Buying the Farm
But that was all the owlgon could take.
Royal Surrogate
The owlgon whimpered out when the hips drew back again, drawing backwards with a smooth caress that slipped inch after inch free.
Potion #16 Job Replacement
He was never bothered being a hybrid, the owlgon had grown used to it and found it an asset when living in the desert, and in this place of many nations no one judged him for it save the thieves who might assume he would be an easier mark than