Jacob took another drink, straining the sediment out with his teeth. He didn’t turn. A little commotion was nothing new from a whorehouse, and Miss Catherine had plenty of militia boys to handle any rough stuff. Then came the gunshots.…
Jacob took another drink, straining the sediment out with his teeth. He didn’t turn. A little commotion was nothing new from a whorehouse, and Miss Catherine had plenty of militia boys to handle any rough stuff. Then came the gunshots.…
The bullets stopped. All I heard was the stomping of boots and the low groan of someone who hadn’t managed to get out of the way of all that lead. “Moira Erdini!” someone said. “Come on out! You are under…
Lug dragged his gaze back to the edge of the wood. ‘What— who are you?’ ‘A traveller. A friend. I want you to get behind me. Move slowly. Don’t stop looking at it. Then move as I move.’ ‘What if…
“Shut the door, Arthur,” Mrs. Simons told me. I just stared at her like some bumpkin getting his first look at the city. It weren’t what she wore so much as who was going to be wearing her, something I…
Moments later the apartment had been vacated, and the confusion and shouting abated. Everyone’d had a deep breath, and Operations sat in your armchair as if she’d owned it her whole life. “We have a situation,” she said. “You mentioned.”…
Eric never thought he would get used to being a passenger in his own body, watching the gunfight with a sleepy eye, like a man who has seen the same vaudeville act one too many times. But here he was;…
To the sound of cheering, Onorata moved away, and handed the halberd back to Guilhem. “Let us move from Gioco Largo to Gioco Stretto, from the long game to the short game. I hope you don’t mind getting a bit…
I tossed enough to cover the bet onto the table. It was Jane’s money, anyway; it seemed appropriate. The jingle got everyone’s attention, especially Miles’. “Eddie LaCrosse,” he said when he recognized me. “What a surprise. What brings you to…
Lalyani, the Outcast. Her name would be whispered on the lips of griots, in poem, and song, and story—sometimes of her adventures with Dinga Cisse and that Greek dog he called a friend—not that she cared about such things. Most…
There is no doubt among them, and no fear, and no thought that they might not be victorious. For do they not sail with Reb Palache, the man who consults with angels every night? Do they not bear good steel…
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