“Happy, there is a fluctuation in the power runners on the port side, what is going on,” I asked my Engineer.

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement. 

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement.

Sally was a half-hour late, which I guess was a half-hour early by her standards. She operated on her own clock, lived in her own world.

When your purpose is a Tour guide in the Grand Taosan Galactic Empire, you have some very important boxes to check. One, know the world you

Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps, if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn’t want to wake up.

Officer Trinity Ferray gently closed the Squad Car door. The Gold Star and blue background stood out on the white of the vehicle. Paradise C

Sitting now in the open hall of The Wailing Woman, with his best friends Beast and Ale, Rot wondered how a man like Lant survived. He was th

“Little Teddy was next in line, he was pale, his palms were moist, he looked nervous.” The deep melodious tone of the narrator in Theodore’

Many a tale flow through the Inns of Velin, like the ale from kegs that never run dry. The bowels of the great city are the scene for many o

Everyone agreed it was a brave thing to do, a real act of courage. Everyone also agreed that Mr. Mason was perhaps the last one you’d expect

I guess I should have realized something was off, judging from the pilot’s announcements, the tone of his voice, and the odd whispers from f