dragon “The problem with meeting at Maxim’s in Paris is that I have no idea what Maxim’s looks like and it gets very turn of the century when I try to imagine it.” (sigh) “Don’t snort. It’s … “ Straker “Unladylike?” dragon (snort) “Very.” (giggle) Straker “Hmm. That probably explains a lt.” (looking around at the chandeliers, white table clothes and attentive, well dressed waiters) “The period suits you.” dragon…
She looked up when a shadow moved through her peripheral vision. No business being there, the sightdogs all accounted for, no one else in the house. No one. Figment of her imagination that was. With a sigh she bent to her task again. It was hot, and humid, one of those summer days she did not much like. “What do you listen to there?” She was startled and her mood…
It was so cold that her breath whispered in the clear, night air and the snow crunched sharply under her feet. A big fat moon, skewered upon the spike of St. Basil’s Cathedral’s central core, vied for attention with the bright, modern lights the square lately had acquired. She walked briskly from St. Basil’s towards the red brick building of the State Historical Museum, less garishly lit and exhaling its…
The room was bland and white. Not the glaring white of fresh paint, but a tired, dulled white, as if it had been awake too long, and seen too much, to bother trying to be bright and alert any more. As if anyone really cared anyway. There was a table and two chairs in the middle. The floor was there. That was all you could say about it. It knew…
Rini-chan looked at the tiny flash drive in her hand. Then she looked at the USB port someone had installed in the back of one of Ford’s computers. She read the instructions in her other hand, stuck the drive in the port and pushed the tiny jeweled button on the end that wasn’t connected. The entire thing lit up as it did whatever it was programmed to do. “Mom, if…