The Tattoo

Leaning against the bar, Leo spoke into his cell phone. “Yes, sir. Everything’s in place. The tenants will be out by the end of the month.” He waved to the bartender to bring another scotch. “Yes, sir. I’ve bought out those I could and hired some gentlemen to ‘persuade’ the ones who couldn’t decide quickly... Continue Reading →

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Hill to Rhopalocera Paradise

The shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.

The Dragon of the Bailey

Lhai sniffed the water in his trough. Was the poison in there? He couldn’t tell. He cursed, not for the first time, that the Maker had given dragons such a poor sense of smell.

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