Perils of Fiona Hart
The small leather laden blond gripped down tight on the voluminous mane before her, straddling the beast as it charged through the foliage just outside the Witch Queens Palace. A mass of twisted goblin fiends, thwarted jailors, gave chase– clawing…
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By David C. Daoust The massive Behemoth Class Heavy Freighter made moon-fall but moments before. The mismatched collection of armored replacement plates and panels that made up the ship’s hull, glowed red… Crusted rivets began to cool as the…
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By David C. Daoust Ratchet was finally back under a visor! It wasn’t the same one he had before, this one pinched a bit against his forehead. He was not about to gripe– someone was liable to use it…
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