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He held out his hand, taking the sword. He swung it, being careful not to hit anyone. “This is a child’s. One used to train a young warrior.”
Flood: Chapter 9 by Caraway Carter
There was a knock at the door. As Mama turned to open it, two figures wearing robes walked into the room. One wore a coarse brown; the other, blue-grey linen. Their faces were covered. All I could see were two figures nearly floating across the room. But even that wasn’t a surprise; I’d already seen so many other odd, strange things today. A strong hand slipped under my elbow, and looking over my shoulder I saw Jeb standing right behind me.
He leaned down and whispered, “I’ll be with you the entire time.”
Mama closed the door and spoke reverently…
Ethan jumped up, his eyes flashing with anger, “Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya big oaf!” Ethan’s southern speech and accent were becoming more pronounced as his anger built. “Yah, it took me some time to learn how to use this stuff, but ya ain’t ignorant. Ya’ll learn this stuff easy. What ahs havin’ problems with is how things work, like the travellators ‘n’ stuff, stuff ya ain’t gotta know t’ use the stuff. You know ahs curious ’bout them things,” he drawled. Ryan just looked at him; his mouth hanging open in surprise.
Truly Thankful, Sir by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Boys of Belsmeade: Chapter 19 by Kazy Reed
“Excuse me?” Dad asked with a scowl.
“Well, he’ll be at Belsmeade and I’ll be home and it’s really, really hard to be apart and it’s gonna suck enough—”
I heard Epp snort and start laughing in the other room, and then I heard someone smack him on the head. “Don’t be rude,” Aurelia snapped.
Epp said, “Ya know? I’m lucky I have any hair on that part of my head. You people are always hitting me!”
“Because you’re always an asshole,” Aramis called out to him.
“Basta!” Aristes barked. Then he turned to my father.
Fortitude: Part Eight by Cia Nordwell
Slogging through a jungle-like forest was much harder than walking down the street. Plus, I’d never walked all day without pause. Wildman might look like a half-starved waif, but he moved like a creature born to the wild and was never out of breath.
My mouth was as desiccated as a desert, but I dared not allow us to more than sip at our water supply. We were so close. We’d stumbled over a broken road, the smooth stones crumbling under the progress of the vegetation retaking it, but Wildman wouldn’t let us walk on it.
“Bad,” he’d called it.
Don’t Look Back #23 (5.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The walk back to the Crockett seemed impossibly long, but Marshall curbed his impatience, and refrained from putting his hands all over Lee, much as he wanted to. In public, anyway. Once they were alone, that wasn’t all he intended to touch Lee with, and his cock ached at the thought.
“Want to grab a bite to eat?” Lee asked. They stood at the back of the elevator, which crawled up to the fifth floor, stopping for an eternity at every floor in between, as people got on and off.
“That’s the plan,” Marshall quipped. He gave Lee a sassy wink.
“I meant dinner, boy.” Lee chuckled.
Rattletrap #24 by Tali Spencer
Jedd took the elevator back to crew quarters. He’d timed his visit with Straske and hoped it had been short enough to raise no alarms.
According to Plant’s schematics, there were plenty of blind spots on the Batu to explain someone being unaccounted for—just not for a very long time. And he’d get no slack at all. He rubbed the bruise on his collarbone where Ussim had tagged him and knew his location had been noted. If Ussim knew where he’d been, he also knew with whom.
Damn, the spot still hurt. Had Ussim shot the chip into bone?
In Enemy Hands: #3 by; M.A. Church
“Frack.” Adlar’s loud snarl echoed through the battle shuttle he piloted toward the Yesri crash site.
The Satellite Surveillance Network suffered a complete failure, something that hadn’t happened in recent memory. It was pure chance nothing more than a small Yesri shuttle managed to penetrate their defenses. But even that was a danger, as every spacefaring race knew.
Shuttles had warp engines, and when they blew, the damage was massive. Fortunately, the SSN had reactivated as the shuttle passed through, shorting out its main controls and rendering the crew helpless to wreak whatever destruction they’d planned.
That wasn’t to say the people themselves were helpless.
Buried Treasure 17 by Carol Pedroso
“I’ve got the video footage” Jamie called out as he came through the door, making me jump at least four foot in the air and causing Craig to laugh.
Jamie ignored us and headed for the DVD player, it only took a few moment for the footage to load and it seemed it started three days ago.