As much as I enjoyed Dead Streets and wanted to give it five stars, I am forced to give it three stars instead due to some glaring errors when it comes to inconsistancies from the first book to the second. I will say this though, despite or rather inspite of those errors, I still thoroughly enjo...
Nearra does not know who she is or where she lives, but she does know one thing: someone wants her dead. Her only hope lies leagues away, in an ancient temple, where healing clerics may be able to restore her memory.A helpful young ranger, a failed warrior, a sneaky elf, and a kender wizard offer...
Armed with new weapons and a newfound confidence, Nearra and her friends plan to confront the wizard Maddoc, but before they can reach Cairngorn Keep, a skeletal griffin kidnaps Nearra and delivers her directly into the wizard's hands. Original.
Once one of his world's deadliest assassins, Diran has turned his back on violence to seek peace in the life of a wandering priest, but his past is about to catch up with him as raiders capture his former lover, and he must risk everything to free her from these minions of Erdas Cal. Original.
Living in the war-ravaged realm of Eberron, assassin-turned-priest Diran Bastiaan and his half-orc sidekick, Ghaji, make an unlikely pair. One looks like the stuff of nightmares, while the other is "a conduit through which the holy force of Good could work its will in the physical world." Togethe...
I see her as I leave the men’s room where I’ve just pissed out the extra-large Diet Coke I bought at the concession stand before the movie started. A terrible film, supposedly a comedy, though there were precious few laughs in it and one too many fart jokes for my taste. But it killed a couple ho...
He knew he should slow down, but considering what he carried in the backseat, he couldn’t afford to. There were far too many hungry things out here who’d kill—or worse—steal his prize. C’mon, baby, just hold together for one more run…please… It wasn’t a prayer, not exactly...
Makala stood on the other side, leaning forward, hands pressed to the smooth, polished surface of the table. She was wearing a low-cut white dress, and the way she was standing afforded Diran an excellent view. He tried not to look, especially because he suspected Makala wanted him to look, but h...
My bed sits longways against one wall to give me more room; a desk with my laptop on it rests beneath the single window, which is covered with the plastic blinds that came with the place. No curtains, and the room has the same bland white paint it had when I moved in. Opposite the bed is a set of...
She tried not to think about everything Debbie might’ve touched on her way inside — the front door handle, the counter, who knew what else — and the evidence she might’ve destroyed by doing so. Instead, she walked over to the counter and sat on a stool directly in front of Debbie. “You okay?” Deb...
This chamber is directly above a thermal vent. If anything, it’s sweltering in here.” Cathmore drew his bearskin cloak tighter around his cadaverously thin frame. He didn’t reply to Galharath because he knew the kalashtar was right. Though he couldn’t feel the heat him...
With the bridge out, we couldn't get from the Sprawl to Gothtown, and that meant we couldn't get to the Fever House. Klamm had said that crews had been dispatched to repair the bridges, but Lazlo said both of them were still a long way from being rebuilt. I considered having Lazlo drive us to the...
Something large crashing through the undergrowth behind her, huge lungs working like bellows, sour breath hot against the back of her neck like wind from an open blast furnace. A sound—half growl, half whine—a combination of excitement, anger, and above all, need—wells up from deep inside the thi...
The Wechselbalg hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand as he swore, as if to punctuate the words. He was driving far too fast for a suburban neighborhood, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t worried about Nick… No, he was Nick! He wasn’t worried about the Other giving pursuit. He would remain...
As the lich led them across the cavern floor toward the skeletal remains of the dragon Paganus, it took all of the vampire’s self-control to keep from attempting to tear the sorceress’s head off. Bide your time, whispered a voice inside her. You’ll get your chance. Makala hop...