Fantasy

Nothing to Fear.

The whorehouse is compromised.

Here is a character you have no connection to and don't care about. You've never read any of the rest of this story and when you read this you just won't give a fuck.

Shepard Cole is given his mission.

The Magistrate, Lord Howe, scowled at the court from behind eyes half closed, a sleepy bad humour about him that suggested too much lunchtime wine.

The Vanishing Plums.

The Overlarge Hat

Royal Poops.

I Am Not Alone.

The prisoner receives a visitor.

A Dream? Perhaps.

In the beginning

Massive backstory dump, in which it will become apparent that I had absolutely no interest in historical accuracy.

The Mowing Machine.

He was tired of getting tripped when he tried to escape. Even getting 'bopped' on the head. So he had to be a real fast runner.

A vampires familar was never what Rein wanted out of her life, but to protect her sister though, she willingly signs a contract binding herself to just that.

The innkeeper took pride, as all innkeepers take pride, in being an excellent judge of a stranger.

Can Jamie Richards save trillions of lives, prevent a war that has already occurred, and stop herself from meeting her self, while attempting to stabilize creation?

Dog Chatter.