The Tash Files – Chapter 4 – King Gale
My Dear Atychi, You’ve got to be the most worthless excuse for a demon that I’ve dealt with in the past few centuries. I mean really, did you realize that you’re as worthless as you…
My Dear Atychi, You’ve got to be the most worthless excuse for a demon that I’ve dealt with in the past few centuries. I mean really, did you realize that you’re as worthless as you…
Seconds, minutes, hours, days or maybe weeks later – Joyce had no idea how much time had passed when violin music reached her and brought her back from far away. I know this piece. It…
My Dear Lauggas, Do you know what I just finished doing? I just finished reading through some reports about how my little devils are handling their assignments in the field. I got these reports from…
For someone who is waiting for his beloved to come home, every day seems like an eternity. What if it is uncertain that the beloved will ever come back? Such was Gabriel’s state. Gabriel wondered…
My Dear Aeth, Do you know what I hate about you? Oh no? Well, let me tell you, your worthless cretin. Besides the fact that I hate you because hating is simply what I do,…
Weeks later Joyce’s cloud brought her back to the present. She heard a young man reading from a book: her favorite book and she wondered how this young man knew about her favorite book. But…
My dears Et and Hyl, Ah, just look around, you two worthless morons, look around. The Enemy has just created a disgustingly beautiful world and now we’re going to ruin it. I have no doubt…
Many more days passed. Joyce was still unconscious, and Gabriel was still next to her praying, hoping, begging her to come back, telling her how much he loved her. Every day the nurses and the…
"You really don't think we should do anything?" Fairy Godmother started second guessing herself again, "I mean they're—" "Just kids?" Belle gave her a lopsided smile. "Surrounded by the worst villains who ever lived?" Beast…
Joyce was gone again. To the calm, peaceful land. Yet again, she heard Gabriel’s voice, and his words carried her into the past. *** Joyce was leaving her parents’ house to go to the church:…
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