The fun only ends when you have to please others.
That's called work...
The Lock KeeperTHE LOCK KEEPER
© 2010 Bonnie Watson
Eamon Lorccan felt, rather than saw, the presence of the key approach the Temple doors. Behind him, a small chest perched in the center of an altar. A constant glow of pulsating crimson haze encircling the chest beat with each anticipated moment of Eamon's heart. From around his neck, the silver medallion symbolizing his family's heritage did nothing to console the young man's doubts. Had he made the right decision?
It was the slam of entrance doors flung wide that readied his first spell. Faces mattered little, for his full attention was drawn to the key held in front of the one who entered. Rage boiled through the young man's veins. His own hand lifted, and a string of flames sprang from his outstretched fingers. The Temple's wooden pews disintegrated. Even after the flames extinguished, parts of the floor and stone walls continued to glow red hot.
Eamon stood breathless, hand still outstretched. Dark swirls of smoke lingered in the air. A si
Going CrazyI'm going crazy here.
I'm going crazy there.
I'm going crazy standing.
Or siting in a chair.
My screen is all a blur.
My hair is standing on end.
I've ceased to read my work.
I'm in a state of zen.
My boss is out of town.
I'm slacking at my desk.
It's almost time to go,
And give my eyes a rest.
I've had enough of this.
I'm going to count to ten.
Oh look it's time to get!
Yay! It's the weekend!
Partner in CrimeAZRIANDRATHORN
Partner in Crime
Copyright © 2010 Bonnie Watson
Up before first crow; rode out to meet the sun cresting the tops of Mount Glory. I tilted my wide-brimmed hat to block out most of the rays, then turned my horse to face town. The grass tip I'd stuck between my teeth early on was beginning to taste bitter. I slid it over. Wasn't tobacco, but it would do - now that I was on patrol.
I could feel the heat building into the morning, and I cracked a grin only a passing Horned lizard could see. A few moments more and my Duster would activate. Not the most complicated defense, but useful when scouring the desert in pursuit of possible outlaws. Supposing I was thankful to have been given the chance to redeem myself. All those years of criminal acts the Guild must have known. They wouldn't have accepted me, let alone granted such a fine coat to display my Weapon Caster skills. Mighty thankful, if not a bit haughty.
Tilley must h
BOOK ONE OF BLUE MOON RISING TRILOGY
Copyright © 2010 Bonnie Watson
The clank of chain echoed within the confines of her dungeon prison. She worked the shackles, with no luck at loosening them beyond the downy feathering covering her cloven hoofs. White hair bristled along her neck in anticipation of someone approaching. A toss of the head loosened several strands of long mane around a single ivory horn perched upon the forehead. She waited. A unicorn must always be patient.
She flared her nostrils at the smell of wood burning beneath a nearby cauldron. The warm glow from the fire illuminated a few bare tables. She could even make out a corner shelf displaying a number of multicolored bottles and vials. One such had overturned. A constant drip suggested a liquid had been inside.
It was not long before the scent of human mingled with burnt logs, and she craned her neck to peer over her shoulder at a winding stairca
Time Keeper - Chapter 1Thunder shook the many shelves surrounding the workshop table, many of which were cluttered with woodworking tools and newspaper clippings. A preserved bird skeleton jittered on a high shelf and threatened to collapse. Flasks and bottles clinked together.
Tucked into the nest of his collectables, a man sat hunched over the small wooden table. The commotion was but a fragment of disgrace to his tedious work. A turn of a screwdriver; a tap of hammer; he laid out his tools and paused just a moment to adjust his spectacles beneath hushpuppy eyebrows, then turned his creation over to test its clockwork interior. A tap of his finger started the pendulum's swing. Gears caught and held, turning each other to rotate black hands upon a porcelain face. That was when he started counting, or at least heard the numbers calculating in the back of his mind; counting down from thirty seconds.
In the realm of the unconscious, time meant very little. Thus was the state of mind every sinking moment until
The Sea King and the Firebird
To dance upon waves is a wondrous thing,
When fire meets water to entice the Sea King.
They'll dance the night away until daybreak does spy,
And washes of color fades away with the tide.
The Swamp - SnippetTHE SWAMP
Wisdom glanced down, bushy white eyebrows leveling over a dull reflection of his surroundings in those once cheerful eyes. In the knee-deep muck of Mirkwood Swamp, it was not hard to guess his present mood, nor the warning of failing magic as he lifted his gaze to his other two companions.
"You might have warned me a little sooner before wading out in a swamp. And might I add, a cursed swamp!"
Ashpin studied the prince's expression. There was not much that worried the Healer. Nature supplied all the energy needed for shifting and other abilities. Yet even with all that, there was a hint of uncertainly in those pale features.
Their guide, however, merely shrugged.
"I've traveled through here countless times. Mirkwood Swamp has its fair share of rumors, just as Ettotu's Glade or Dragon Ridge." He gestured to the prince. "I wouldn't worry much. 'Specially not you, being One with the land, so I've heard."
Wisdom shook his head as the thre
SOUL-SHIFTER - Chapter 2SOUL-SHIFTER
© 2009 BONNIE WATSON
I didnt need to look to see whose quick steps entered the control room. The click of scanner confirmed no weapons before buzzing her through the double sliding doors. Even before she was granted access I knew she was angry. The rest of the guys just stared at their monitors while I had a mind to get ready for yet another tantrum.
Again? That was probably the wrong greeting, but by this time I was prepared to retaliate with some new information brought in by one of our hackers.
A picture of a young girls death scene was tossed upon the stainless steel counter. The stark white backing reflected over the surface that drew a few questioning stares.
She was only fifteen, came a sharp reply. Can you believe that bastard had the audacity to call after it happened and explained why he infected her?
I shook my head.
Come on, Marisa. Youre the specialist on the sub