Upstairs, Spock sat at his desk in his darkened study, his face lit eerily from the computer running before him. The screen bothered his eyes. His mind rebelled against the hyperdimensional physics in which he…
Morfang drew his blade and stuck it through the man’s gut. He pulled it out and ran back to the inn. As he waved his sword around, the people went into an uproar, screaming and…
Harry and Snape got fairly used to suspiciously observing one another while they ate lunch together over the next few days. It was a strange situation indeed, but Harry kept showing up at the…
Sparn felt woefully inadequate for the task—hardly unusual for him, but while previously such feelings had served to stiffen his defensive mask, now he sat at Spock’s table with a sense of humility. Dinner was…
Lindariel took a seat, resting the stick against her chair, and called the bartender over. She ordered some stew and sweet wine. While she waited, a Dwarf approached her. “You wouldn’t happen to be Lady…
When Harry returned to the shack the next day, there was a paper bag in his hand. Snape studied it suspiciously as the boy set it down on the end table and slid it…
Sparn had become an orensu—a student of Yanash and his strange new ways. From one place to another he drove his car in the caravan of curious followers. Always there were Vulcans who gladly received…
She did not expect him to stop. If anything, she thought Morfang would just leave her to fend for herself. They had been walking together for two weeks. During that time, Lindariel revealed herself to…
Snape was shivering. For hours, he had been shivering. He hated it. It made him look weak. Not that anyone was watching him, not in this place. But he knew it was so, and…
Weary and unwashed, Sparn sat alone in his living room. The dim light of a single lamp scarcely held back the darkness of the night. There had been little time for him to assimilate all…
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