“Have either of you checked how thick the walls are?” Sanzo demanded.
Hands tangled in each other’s hair, their younger idiots glanced his way. And eeped. Continue reading
“Have either of you checked how thick the walls are?” Sanzo demanded.
Hands tangled in each other’s hair, their younger idiots glanced his way. And eeped. Continue reading
“Agent Haughn would like to know if we’d be willing to kidnap a certain agent and his family.” Edna paused. “Theoretically, of course.”
“Of course,” Richard agreed, bemused. “The more the merrier.” Continue reading
“So.” Sanzo leaned against the right side of the stone window-frame, looking out onto the moonlit garden outside their rooms; a spread of green quiet, dotted only by the :giggles: and :nestling: of sleepy dragons. “Were you able to get a good read on Shunrei’s chi?” Continue reading
Chapter 8 of River of Stars is up on Archive of Our Own.
Do we have enough power for this?
:More than enough, my king.: Amon’s laugh held bright fury, sharp as starlight. Continue reading
“So if her Sanzos are being targeted – and Kanzeon’s no dummy, she knows they are,” Jack picked up the thread, “then soul or no soul, what better guy to grab for a backup apprentice than somebody who knows the Tok’ra screw people over?” Continue reading
Molten near-metal cupped in one hand, Alan blinked at their enemies. A very slow blink. Everything was slow.
Oh. I remember this. Continue reading