follow her?
A few would, yes.
Okay. We’ll make a quick side trip to your queendom, conquer this Euryice and then you can take me home. I think Darma might be in danger.
She’ll be okay, mother Tweener. She has her magics now.
I snorted in an unladylike fashion. Darma wouldn’t use her magic if it grabbed her uterus and held it hostage. She’s even more anti-magic now than she was before she discovered she had some.
That’s so sad, mother Tweener.
Yeah. Especially when you’re in charge of keeping her narrow, white ass safe in a dangerous world.
My mental drawers shifted and my sister’s strident, unpleasant tones filled my unsuspecting mind.
Astra! Where are you? I think somebody’s trying to kill me!
Speak of the devil…or at least his handmaiden.
I didn’t bother asking her what she meant. She was always imagining that somebody was trying to kill her. With her personality I was pretty sure she was mostly right. I’d seen her bring out the worst in such harmless creatures as sweet, little old ladies. One rosy-cheeked octogenarian actually threw her cup of hot tea at Darma after a small verbal exchange that I was pretty sure had something to do with the idea, presented by my sister, that the elderly are crabby and selfish. I thought I was gonna have to jump in and save Darma from that one. But fortunately the ninety-some-year-old woman couldn’t run very far. She put up a good sprint for a few blocks though.
I’m helping Glynus clean up a mess, I’ll be home in a few hours. Do you think you can hold on until then?
I could feel her glare in my mind. Don’t worry about me. Just make sure your little magical friends are safe. I’ll fend for myself here. I’m only your helpless human sister.
Despite the fact that Darma was the product of an Archangel and a Royal Devil, with her own legacy of magic fizzing, unused, beneath her pale skin, she chose to ignore those facts and pretend she was a simple human. I’d given up trying to find logic in that thinking.
Logic and my sister were not acquaintances. Not even distant ones.
I had my own way of dealing with her. Mostly I just pretended she agreed with me and went about my business. That really pissed her off.
A bonus.
Great! I’ll see you in a few!
I closed my mental drawers on her sputtering. It was easier to ignore her from long distances. I decided right then and there I needed to take more trips.
We found Euryice fairly easily. She apparently hadn’t thought Glynus would survive her little tea party and had been openly preparing to take the throne. Fortunately Euryice wasn’t a very creative or brave dragon. With me holding her captive in a set of power cuffs and Glynus driving a good-sized claw into her soft underbelly, she spewed information like an ugly, scaled fire fountain.
As Glynus’ soldiers led her away to be executed, she turned her ugly head and fixed me with her cold black eyes. You think you win in this, dragon fighter, but you will soon learn that things outside your puny control are exploding and changing. You and those you love will soon be swamped under the changing tide of events . She leaned toward me, causing Glynus to take a protective step in my direction. You will die soon, dragon fighter, and your lover will be the cause. The nasty reptile laughed then, before she was jerked away from us.
I watched her go, feeling the dread that had been carving a hole in my chest for a couple of days now burning hotly. My stomach churned and my palms were sweaty. Even in my current oversexed state, I couldn’t miss all the signs smacking me between the eyes.
Dialle was mixed up in something. Some kind of trouble. And as usual it was bleeding over into my world.
Sighing, I turned to Glynus. “Let’s go get your parents, Tadpole, I need to get home.”
We found the queen and king stranded in a cavern high in the mountains, their wings broken so they couldn’t fly away, and under guard.
Glynus gathered a small group
A few would, yes.
Okay. We’ll make a quick side trip to your queendom, conquer this Euryice and then you can take me home. I think Darma might be in danger.
She’ll be okay, mother Tweener. She has her magics now.
I snorted in an unladylike fashion. Darma wouldn’t use her magic if it grabbed her uterus and held it hostage. She’s even more anti-magic now than she was before she discovered she had some.
That’s so sad, mother Tweener.
Yeah. Especially when you’re in charge of keeping her narrow, white ass safe in a dangerous world.
My mental drawers shifted and my sister’s strident, unpleasant tones filled my unsuspecting mind.
Astra! Where are you? I think somebody’s trying to kill me!
Speak of the devil…or at least his handmaiden.
I didn’t bother asking her what she meant. She was always imagining that somebody was trying to kill her. With her personality I was pretty sure she was mostly right. I’d seen her bring out the worst in such harmless creatures as sweet, little old ladies. One rosy-cheeked octogenarian actually threw her cup of hot tea at Darma after a small verbal exchange that I was pretty sure had something to do with the idea, presented by my sister, that the elderly are crabby and selfish. I thought I was gonna have to jump in and save Darma from that one. But fortunately the ninety-some-year-old woman couldn’t run very far. She put up a good sprint for a few blocks though.
I’m helping Glynus clean up a mess, I’ll be home in a few hours. Do you think you can hold on until then?
I could feel her glare in my mind. Don’t worry about me. Just make sure your little magical friends are safe. I’ll fend for myself here. I’m only your helpless human sister.
Despite the fact that Darma was the product of an Archangel and a Royal Devil, with her own legacy of magic fizzing, unused, beneath her pale skin, she chose to ignore those facts and pretend she was a simple human. I’d given up trying to find logic in that thinking.
Logic and my sister were not acquaintances. Not even distant ones.
I had my own way of dealing with her. Mostly I just pretended she agreed with me and went about my business. That really pissed her off.
A bonus.
Great! I’ll see you in a few!
I closed my mental drawers on her sputtering. It was easier to ignore her from long distances. I decided right then and there I needed to take more trips.
We found Euryice fairly easily. She apparently hadn’t thought Glynus would survive her little tea party and had been openly preparing to take the throne. Fortunately Euryice wasn’t a very creative or brave dragon. With me holding her captive in a set of power cuffs and Glynus driving a good-sized claw into her soft underbelly, she spewed information like an ugly, scaled fire fountain.
As Glynus’ soldiers led her away to be executed, she turned her ugly head and fixed me with her cold black eyes. You think you win in this, dragon fighter, but you will soon learn that things outside your puny control are exploding and changing. You and those you love will soon be swamped under the changing tide of events . She leaned toward me, causing Glynus to take a protective step in my direction. You will die soon, dragon fighter, and your lover will be the cause. The nasty reptile laughed then, before she was jerked away from us.
I watched her go, feeling the dread that had been carving a hole in my chest for a couple of days now burning hotly. My stomach churned and my palms were sweaty. Even in my current oversexed state, I couldn’t miss all the signs smacking me between the eyes.
Dialle was mixed up in something. Some kind of trouble. And as usual it was bleeding over into my world.
Sighing, I turned to Glynus. “Let’s go get your parents, Tadpole, I need to get home.”
We found the queen and king stranded in a cavern high in the mountains, their wings broken so they couldn’t fly away, and under guard.
Glynus gathered a small group
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