on the front
on the front page. Although my uncles spent most of their time engrossed in a much more scholarly version which had been rushed into print by the Annals of Asphyxiation.”
Her lips were now very tight. I hesitated for a moment; then, shrugging:
“Gwendolyn, you can hardly object to your brother strangling the Comte de l’Abbatoir and his entire pack of thugs. Even if he did do it for money.”
She burst into sudden laughter. “Object? When the news came, my comrades and I spent an entire night in wild celebration. The Comte was easily the most vicious baron in the whole of the Baronies—and they’re all vicious to begin with.” The laugh ended soon enough. “Still . . .”
She gave her head another sharp shake and stalked off. A moment later, we were clambering over another wall and my thoughts were drawn back to more artistic concerns.
I decided to title the painting Form and Function, a study in leather.
We stopped at midday when we came upon a dense hedge. I didn’t recognize the shrubs, but they were thick enough to make an excellent place to stay out of sight.
“We’ll sleep here,” Gwendolyn announced, after studying the thicket. “It’ll be tight, but there’s room for both of us.” She gave me an eye which was half cold, half . . . not.
Sometime later, in the half darkness under the thick shrubs, we were more or less falling asleep in each other’s arms. There really wasn’t much room in that dense shrubbery for two people.
I say
Her lips were now very tight. I hesitated for a moment; then, shrugging:
“Gwendolyn, you can hardly object to your brother strangling the Comte de l’Abbatoir and his entire pack of thugs. Even if he did do it for money.”
She burst into sudden laughter. “Object? When the news came, my comrades and I spent an entire night in wild celebration. The Comte was easily the most vicious baron in the whole of the Baronies—and they’re all vicious to begin with.” The laugh ended soon enough. “Still . . .”
She gave her head another sharp shake and stalked off. A moment later, we were clambering over another wall and my thoughts were drawn back to more artistic concerns.
I decided to title the painting Form and Function, a study in leather.
We stopped at midday when we came upon a dense hedge. I didn’t recognize the shrubs, but they were thick enough to make an excellent place to stay out of sight.
“We’ll sleep here,” Gwendolyn announced, after studying the thicket. “It’ll be tight, but there’s room for both of us.” She gave me an eye which was half cold, half . . . not.
Sometime later, in the half darkness under the thick shrubs, we were more or less falling asleep in each other’s arms. There really wasn’t much room in that dense shrubbery for two people.
I say