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“She’s a buxom wench, with hair on her chest, and a dwarvish gold mine if I swive her!” The shriek and resulting laughter was so loud Londe’s ears twitched back, and I wanted to cover mine.
‘You have to be kidding me,’ Londe said. ‘You can hear her out here! She’s drunk already.’
“Not likely. She gets the hiccups when she’s drunk, and there wasn’t a single hic in that whole verse.” I slid off Londe’s back in front of the Bleating Banshee. The ramshackle building stood on the edge of a town barely big enough to call it that,
In Pieces #78 (19.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The ride back to the motel was a quiet one. Mercifully, Deacon asked no questions, just hugged Ben before letting them both into the van. Ryan and Ben shared the passenger seat, Ben in Ryan’s lap, which was probably highly illegal. Luckily, they met with little traffic at that night of night, and the one police car they saw passed them by without a second glance.
When they returned, they found everyone still awake, waiting intheir room. “Guys, I’m so sorry,” Ben began, but Abby quickly shushed him, pulling him in for a hug.
“Don’t be, we’re just glad you’re okay.”
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 25.1 by Carol Pedroso
“So, we need a plan,” Kitryn stated to the gathered beings around the table.
Fran had been carried back to her room after much praise and handed over to Hetty who was watching all the den’s little ones for the day.
The meeting room was standing room only with all the elders sat at the table and all their enforcers and guards crowding into the rest of the room.
There had to be over a hundred brings crammed into the room but Kitryn didn’t care how many people there were as long they came up with a workable plan and soon.
Adrift: Chapter 65 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Yosei’s demands were regular and insistent. “Thumb scan so I can sync up the calibrations.”
Arad stepped back to get her compad out of his face, giving the device a dubious stare. “Again? You already did this.”
Yosei gave Arad a horrified look. “I don’t save keys. That’s like reading someone’s diary or opening their data drive and finding their private intimate vids. Ick.”
The last two days dragged waiting for the Nightingale’s fabricator to modify the spare flow regulator. He’d checked the Ansariland’s logs as often as possible—day and night—but found no evidence of outside access.