What's black and blue and red all over ( Read more... )

There was to be no fretting, no paths worn thin in the carpeting in the small living room of the little apartment in a quiet section of the Nexus where Ali and Samus were waiting for Jubilee before the night's excitement. The time for such things had passed. The worry and indecision that had plagued Ali had been put to rest by the only weapon she ( Read more... )

Stumbling through a hedge of roses--and their attendant thorns--is just adding insult to injury right now ( Read more... )