I never thought Balbadd would be this big.
Still chewing on a few soft eumera snapper bones, Morgiana looked over the canal by the hotel, trying to sort out the city’s dizzying mix of sights, sounds, and scents. Continue reading
I never thought Balbadd would be this big.
Still chewing on a few soft eumera snapper bones, Morgiana looked over the canal by the hotel, trying to sort out the city’s dizzying mix of sights, sounds, and scents. Continue reading
Maybe there’d been more than one reason Rashid had never asked for his ally’s help in finding Alibaba. However the boy had grown up before Rashid had taken him in, the mere fact that he’d survived it meant he probably had more brains than the pair of his elder brothers put together. Continue reading
Whispers of Fire chapter 4, Let’s go steal a country, is up on Archive of Our Own. 🙂
Cassim eyed him, then looked at the guard with that cool, measuring gaze. “You tell Dock-Master Shahidi that if he’s got any more problems like this… we both want to know about them.”
The guard nodded, wide-eyed. Turned on his booted heel, and all but bolted out the door. Continue reading
I’m pretty sure the first time I ran into the idea of a Paper-Thin Disguise was reading a book on Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad. That incident was quite literal. Continue reading
Alibaba saw the room go silent, even Cassim yanking back his fury to eye the door. He didn’t know all the sounds in Cassim’s warren, but something must not be right.
A few heartbeats, and someone tentatively knocked at the doorway. Continue reading
Pens. The lifeline to sanity.
Mind, the whole “mightier than the sword” bit doesn’t usually come into play with zombies. Not unless you get really close, Continue reading
At least he got the ink off his face.
Zainab followed behind her boss, stopping two steps behind him when he stared at the tied and blindfolded pirates lying on the dock, fox eyes glittering. This was always the tricky part. Continue reading
A/N: If there’s a known problem with a certain model of fridge, and something that sounds like said problem is reported, why are you not carrying the part?
Sigh. And Cassim probably still hates me. 😉
Cassim put down the pen before he splintered it. Sharpening quills was a pain.
My gang’s doing okay. That’s what’s important, right? And we’ve got coins and goods hoarded for when the plan goes up in smoke. Continue reading
A/N: Heaven would be a place where repairmen show up on time and with the correct parts.
…On a lighter note, Cassim probably hates me.
“Going to go fight with Cassim again?” Aden gave him a dark look. “Don’t think we don’t know, lad. They keep upping the odds when you fight.” Continue reading