Rough Seas_Conqueror of Death_Carla's Well_Where there is Smoke
Catalog Guide:
Rough Seas
"I'm thinking, that this island here.." "No, no, ye slimy bitch, this is the thir' island ye'v led us to! D'you know w'ere it is or not?" "Excuse me, you savage moron, but I don't see pointing us anywhere unless the lost gold is at the bottom of a rum bottle!""Shaddup, the captain knows I be an 'onest man, unlike you, blasted witch." Captain Dreyfus rolled his eyes, inhaling the spray of the sea, and running his hands over the rough wood of the Siren. Under him, the ship rocked ever so slightly, buffeted by gentle breezes, its mighty body creaking in slumber. They had anchored at the third isl...
Conqueror of Death
The crowd cheered when Ari circled above them on her dragon. They seemed small from this height, yet their voices echoed through the stadium. She knew that somewhere in that circle, the Queen and her noble advisors were watching. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she took a deep breath.This was no time to be nervous—she was so close. Out of the twelve contestants, only three were left. She saw them flying in place across from her. One of them was a big, burly man with arms like tree-trunks called Dozer. He wore expensive-looking armor with boiled leather, the sigil of his house on the fr...
Carla's Well
I'm going to die. The thought that ran through my head. No matter how hard I tried to shake it, the words echoed like a dark mantra.The sun hung low in the sky, daylight running out on me. Fwww.onedoor.ccorce of will kept my legs moving, a long-stride lope that ate miles faster than it ate my energy. My only hope for survival was the fact that I had survived this long already."Clara, it's up to you," Micah had said, his long grey beard flapping with every word. He fixed me with his steel-grey eyes, his oil-tanned leather face craggy with years of exposure."What do I need to do?"He handed me a satchel. "Ther...
Where there is Smoke
“Where there is Smoke.” “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” The colors are so vivid that a person can almost imagine the leaves on fire as smoke rises from the campfire. Ally, my older sister, pokes the wood, creating more smoke than fire. As I approach Ally, I can hear her tiny, quiet intake of breath. I could quickly think of offering my help, but I thought it would be best to wait. After all, she was the one who initially suggested we spend a weekend in the ‘great outdoors.” “Morning,” Ally ginned, way too chipper for this time of day. ...