32 tales with a tricky twist Traffic was never that bad as a rule. My little Nova was nippy enough, but it didn’t fly over cars, lorries, buses and diversions in the middle of town. So. Of course. By that time, the four parking spots outside the office were taken. First time ever. Never been before at this time, of course. But I’d allowed an hour extra more than my trial trip. I stamped my foot— Oops, on the accelerator; checked my mascara, and considered my options for an emergency parking...

Just a few more steps to safety... One board creaked more loudly underfoot, and bent ominously. Only a dozen stick-assisted paces from the far end – take it easy. Be koh. Cautiously shifting his weight made the board sag more— Crackkk!! A sharp splintering sound from below. He froze. Stepping sideways would put all his weight onto the adjacent board, but, maybe if I kneel down and crawl, that would spread my weight… But first… Carefully, he slipped his travel bag from his shoulders, and...

The Mansgard at Morton Rob: Treacherously invaded by the Treming Realm. The high officials and families of Lordlands tortured and brotheled. "This stops now." Kyre went forward. The rooms within the Great Mansgard were small suites with sitting and day areas, like apartments, with beds, with washing and toileting side-rooms. All well-decorated, furnished well, each with a terrified, battered woman: some young; some mature; some childlike. ‘Oh, fruggfruggfrugg. The vaggards are raping the...