"And enjoy your stay Mr. Pael," the man behind the counter gave him a quick smile and handed him a thin piece of metal ( Read more... )

Fiorn resists the urge to fidget. His Great Mistress rarely keeps him waiting, her time is the most precious thing in the world.
But today, for a scheduled meeting, she is late, which is unusual. From down the hall, he hears her crystalline voice, she sounds almost amused.
"Child, you are keeping me far too long."
"I'm almost finished, My ( Read more... )

Fiorn is not a fidgeter. He does not get anxious, he barely even feels the pressure that some people would crack under. No, he is as cool and calm as someone who cannot touch the Source can make himself.
Right now, he is pacing the floor of the hotel room, looking at the telephone and waiting for it to ring. Calah should have called him at ( Read more... )

Fiorn gets out of his Jo-car in front of Mesaana's home. He leaves it parked there, no one will bother it here, and brushes off his jacket before knocking on the door.

A man answers, eyes downcast and lips pressed together, "The Lady of the house is expecting you."

Of course she is, you waste of valuable spaceHe brushes past the man and walks ( Read more... )

Fiorn opens the door to his house. As always, he feels his heart sink when he hears his wife's voice.

Some day he will be free of that woman.