fantasy

Pete Snard was a personable young man, friendly even while The Green Bean, a week after the night at the inn, delivered him to the Tinytown dungeons. Pete was very kind to Lyman. He never complained of the uncomfortable bindings securing his hands, or the bumpy,...

Far away, in the neighboring kingdom of Wigginsvin, a woman was in a building. She was only thirty years old. She was still young, pretty, and timid. She backed away from the glaring, tall soldier, and bit her lip. “Please, sir, I didn’t do nothing. I-I was only...

In truth, all the bounty hunter had wanted was the poster, but, in his frustration at the pure stupidity of everyone in general, he had gotten sidetracked and smashed the door, and the table, and the cashier, and the painting, and all the rest. He had had a hard day....