"The savages/slaves huddled together, as each selfishly fought for a replacement limb and/or organ. These had been the casualties of a...

PART SIXTY-SEVEN: Any news might be good news: Zunid thought he would jump out of his skin, when he finally saw his friend coming through...

PART SIXTY-SIX: With friends like these..... Enemies are welcome! Dezen glanced back at the door, to make sure it was properly shut. That...

PART SIXTY-FIVE: The Sprint and Relay of Growing Life: “There will be no need to rehash the unfortunate incident and outcome, of the...

PART SIXTY-FOUR Sand Castles and Sordid Consciences: The three hooded spooks, stood huddled together in front of the large mirror. Their...

PART SIXTY-THREE: Odd old woman or middle-aged merchant: “Where is the young man?” Asked the visiting stranger. Apparently ignoring the...

PART SIXTY-TWO: Cloud in your forecast? Sunshine in mine...: “There is a threatening cloud from the enemy, hovering over the ‘high...

PART SIXTY-ONE: Whose and what child is this? “Whatever do you need directions for now? What are you looking for and where do you intend...

PART SIXTY: Peek-a-boo...: “The sighting of one snake, can mean that there are more snakes where that one came from.” He supplied,...

PART FIFTY-NINE: Studied expertise, versus simple explanation: The scholar of dynasty, browsed through his leaflets of reports. Then he...

PART FIFTY-EIGHT: Messy missions and mutation: Even though Juja had fallen on the soft cushion of the couch, she quickly glided and...

PART FIFTY-SEVEN: The target, the trapped and the tumble: Juja felt like she was sweating inside her reptile body. She became hot and...

PART FIFTY-SIX: Time waits for no devil: “A merchant, a fish and a scraggly old lady. To what purpose and proceed is all this charade?”...

PART FIFTY-FIVE: Pulling specks and logs: “Excuse me guard!" Rifra called out to the security man, paving the hallway in front of the...

PART FIFTY-FOUR: Multiple personality patron: Dirata felt a cold chill crawl up her spine. As she bent down to pick up the flowers, that...

PART FIFTY-THREE: Peek-a-boo, do you see me?: Juja could hear the buzzing of the milling crowd, as they either passed by or came towards...

PART FIFTY-TWO: Slithery and sealed for delivery: Juja’s eyes were very heavy, as she blinked them open rapidly. She must have fallen...

PART FIFTY-ONE: A Judas in our midst?: The crippled boy watched, as the coven girl washed blood from her arms. She was kneeling, by the...

PART FIFTY: Of secrets, spys and serpents: Juja wriggled her way, towards the center of the room. Moving as far as she possible could,...

PART FORTY-NINE: Let's do this again: The many bustling staff moved the elegantly draped partitions, away from the queen’s couch....