‘You have one more chance to redeem yourself, Ensign Mueller,’ Driver took a deep breath and made a tent shape with her hands and fingers. ‘You will be heading for Boris’ hideout; his planet. Over the past few days, we’ve been able to track Boris’ movements. It’s a distance, many light years from here, close to the galactic hub near a black hole. This mission is extremely dangerous. You’ll sever all ties with family, friends and shipmates. Although for you the time will seem only a few weeks, because of the time distortion near the epicenter of the Milky Way, for the rest of us, time will pass into years, maybe decades.
Voices, children crying, shouting, and the hollow emptiness crowded my senses. It was like the ghosts of the past that inhabited this home, had camped in my memories. I was faint with dizziness. The room began to spin. I had to get out of there.Read more "Out of the Chocolate box (28)"
‘Bitte! Bitte!’ Amie pleaded. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’
Zwar raised his hand. ‘I won’t.’
She backed against the wardrobe.
‘Believe me.’ Naturally he wouldn’t harm her. A pretty looking fraulein like her?
Amie tried not to think of what the mob might be doing to Joseph right now. But the more she tried, the more frequent images of his torture—hanging from a tree—in stocks—thrown in a river—kept crowding her mind.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (51)"
Dan rubbed his eyes and blinked. He looked at Heidi, Jakob’s wife.
Her eyes widened, and she screamed.
Amie remained crouched out of sight under the pipe organ. Good thing Boris is so full of his own importance, he hasn’t noticed me, she thought.
A couple of times she considered shooting Boris.
She saw him, an over-sized cockroach plastered against the back wall. But too many heads in the way. Guns from the olden days weren’t so accurate and neither was she.
The dog emerged, head shaking something in her mouth.
As the thing scraped against the ground, sparks flew. The dingo yelped and released her prey. The three fellows stared at the mangled crab-like creature writhing on the grainy surface. It spun and fizzed, a demented break-dancer.