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Here Kitty Kitty; Chapter 23.2 by Carol Pedroso
Kitryn sighed as he looked around the group sitting at the extended conference table. Three more elders had arrived. Elder Jamison was a fae representative who was also a friend of Carl’s; Elder Orion was a dwarf who was short even for his kind and had to sit on a booster seat to be able to reach the table comfortably. Lastly, there was Elder Dorian who was a Goblin. He had a habit of tapping his claws on the table and Kitryn was getting close to asking if someone had some handcuffs he could borrow.
Danie stood beside the window. He was watching Chomper, and I could practically hear his brain cells frying. “What?” I asked.
He blinked several times. “Your question doesn’t make a lot of sense. What what?”
I had to hide a smile. His question didn’t make a lot of sense either, and I didn’t know if he even realized it because he was too busy watching Chomper. “You’re looking at him like he’s about to maul you, and you’re not sure if that means deadly injury or not.” Wary, a faint wrinkle to his nose, his body tense with muscles flexed
Adrift: Chapter 55 by J. Alan Veerkamp
“Don’t touch anything,” Hodge whispered as Arad crossed the threshold. If he’d been impressed with the Nightingale’s general upkeep, it was nothing compared to the infirmary.
Translucent plasti-steel walls of antiseptic white glowed from within generating an omnidirectional light source. Pristine medical equipment filled every corner. Arad couldn’t calculate the astronomical cost of this kind of setup. A med bed—much nicer than the Ansariland’s—filled one wall, while a workstation surrounded by a forest of monitors lined the opposite. Most screens contained medical data, active with various biometrics. Arad raised an eyebrow at the others centering on Yosei and the crew in various places on the ship.
In Pieces #68 (17.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Once they reached the dance club, Ryan helped the band to set up, his heart light, his mood upbeat. The name of the venue was Heavens Above, and it was decorated with a stars and planets motif, as well as the astrological signs. The club permitted patrons under twenty-one to enter, but they weren’t allowed to purchase alcohol. The club manager was a pretty black woman who looked to be somewhere around forty. She welcomed them warmly, told them her name was T’Neisha, and to let her know if they needed anything.
Marge secured a table for the two of them, near the stage. Once they were set up, Ben joined them for a few minutes, pulling a chair as close as he could get to Ryan’s. Taking Ryan’s hand in his, he twined their fingers, then raised their joint hands to his lips, kissing the back of Ryan’s hand. Even in the bright lights of the club, his eyes shone with his devotion to Ryan.