It were n' 'rdinary day -- least, 'twas as 'rdinary a day could get 'round these parts, on some gorram crazy mystical sort o' island. Sun was hangin' high, nice breeze, n' not a Reaver 'r nothin' else all bloodthirsty n' death-bringin' in sight ( Read more... )

All hell had broken loose. That much was obvious ( Read more... )

Adora Belle did not much like the Compound. There were too many people that weren't golems or even from the same planet as her. But, occasionally, she found it necessary to visit the structure. Clean clothes and running water were too much to pass up ( Read more... )

Sharon wasn't really willing to do much yet. Leoben didn't blame her and it seemed wrong not to offer to give her sometime to herself. He could imagine only too well what she was going through now that Helo had disappeared and he had strongly doubted she wanted to have him tell her how sorry he was over and over again ( Read more... )

Bill's had some time t' get used to makin' his patrol. Weren't quite the same without the patrol car, or without Wally fuckin' 'round with the radar gun in that passenger seat. Weren't quite the same without the same ol' back roads and run-down farms and lil' family businesses. Weren't quite the same without McReady raisin' hell 'bout somethin' ( Read more... )

Folks all rounded up and all that commotion dying down just a bit, Bill had 'bout the first time in a week to relax. Now, it weren't that he wasn't used to work, 'cause bein' sheriff a lotta times meant long hours and a hell of a lotta responsibility, but space aliens aside, Wheelsy was generally considered a pretty sleepy sorta town ( Read more... )

The sun wasn't due to come up for 'bout another hour, and without the dim glow of electricity, jungle seemed even darker than usual. Bill stood in the middle of the clearing, flashlight in his hand, shinin' out over the small crowd gathered outside the Compound doors. There was the faint murmur of hushed voices, few of 'em speakin' up louder than ( Read more... )

Vimes was haring off to collect a search party to find his wife, and Ray had taken over the IPD office. More or less. There were already people gone off to check the generator and whatever else was down there, and reports of missing people had begun coming in, which was exactly what he and Vimes had been afraid of (or hoping for, he wasn't quite ( Read more... )

"It is most certainly not 'just a game', it is despicable!" Ysandre exclaimed, still staring at the screen as the moving scene depicted a lovely dark-haired woman, apparently called Inara, closing the lid on a bin in which Saffron was trapped. "To use love in such a manner, to manipulate and deceive others...in my country it is akin to blasphemy! ( Read more... )

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