More of the SameThey sped away from the main gates before either of the two fugitives could take the recently vacated driver's seat. Either the beasts were sprinting for home, or they were merely stupid and frightened."This is insane." PDQ held tightly to the carriage, afraid he would fall out. The wind whipped at his face, cold and fast, making tears spring to his eyes.Already settling herself on a seat in the carriage, Griselda tied her long hair back, careful not to pull even a strand of her beard. "Shush, it's working so far."The carriage they'd commandeered was an opulent affair in PDQ's small sphere of experience, all velvet inlay and expensi
Contra-Bandy ch13I woke up to hear someone I didn't know singing a song I barely recognized as a Russian folk song. None of Shawn's friends had ever struck me as the type to hold onto anyone's roots, so I assumed I'd woken up in the other place. It wasn't Mari, though, and it was definitely not Jimmy. It was a woman's voice, but nothing like Mari's lilting contralto. She sounded young.Reluctant to face this place again, I pulled the coarse blanket over my head and groaned. I had to call it something, didn't I? Then I could treat it like a summer home. Heh. Maybe if I named it, it would go away. I pushed my face into the pillow and breathed in the s