I sleep well anywhere. My cot below deck aboard The Constellation was no exception. I woke instantly when a steward made rounds for wake up calls at first light. I dressed and ducked out into the narrow passageway. Lally stepped out of his own compartment and we saw each other as we secured our respective … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 14)
"I hate you," grumbled the priest, seated in a dusty corner and handcuffed to a pipe. "I hate you more," growled the gangster. Wearing clothes easily worth more than $2000, the gangster boss was also seated, handcuffed to another pipe across the basement. The Detective looked over from leaning over several maps spread across a … Continue reading Jail or Hell
The Bandit's captive surgeon Dr. Fourier knocked politely at the study door out of habit, earning yet another disapproving growl from the bull-like sailor guarding the door. The color drained from Fourier's face. "Apologies," he mumbled. He lowered his hazel-green eyes to the small cart of breakfast things intended for the prisoners being held in … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 13)
Mario was glad to have a moment alone even if it was in a dimly lit shower stall. According to Nathan, the dormicile for the human slaves commanded by the king was actually outside the main castle or palace or wherever they were---not inside, like he originally thought. A few of the passageways leading there … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 9)
The Bandit was a proud vessel. Lined with guns down either flank, she gave every appearance of a navy ship until her colors bespoke piracy for which, proven nimble for her size, she was more than adept. Presently, The Bandit was anchored quietly in a private cove at the foot of the small island of … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt.12)
Thonotossasa, FL - I started at the trail head at Trout Creek Conservation Park (mile marker "0" on the map) and hiking north/northeast along the upper half of the 15 mile loop (Hillsborough County, FL). Some pics from the hike: It's beautiful out there.
Lally made three attempts with his fork to spear a tender sea scallop in buttery white wine sauce without tearing his eyes away from the distant table just in case the rare event (aka Mesa's smile) should recur. He feared missing it a second time. "I've never seen him smile," Lally lamented. Attention arrested as … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 11)
Seated beside Nathan, Mario looked up from his hot tea when the door creaked open and the jailer's bright green bulk ducked in through the small doorway. Mario liked the big green guy and was happy he returned. "You're back." Cayn pulled up the only large chair, the one he had tried to use before, … Continue reading The Dragon King’s Medic (pt. 8)
The sleek luxury schooner The Constellation sliced through the open seas with full sails, as close to flight as the ocean-going vessel could ever be. From the moment the anchors were weighed until the sun plunged into the western horizon, Captain Gisela Koning maintained a grueling pace with the help of her first mate Mr. … Continue reading Skill, Luck, and Terrible Ideas (pt. 10)
Like many writers, I keep notebooks everywhere to write down ideas as they pop into my head before they disappear forever. Sometimes I can turn a few phrases into one or more stories later on, or at least an into a character idea. Other times the fragments scribble in my notebooks are nothing more than … Continue reading Notebook Scribbles
Duri Rolvsson 