PowerOfBabel

Been working on a schedule where I try to write one short story a week. Here's the one I wrote this week. SOMEONE TO COME WHEN YOU CAL...

"Where's Belmok?" he asked casually, scratching his head and stretching his ropy neck. "I need to ask him a couple favors...

Korm shook his head, staring at the fat old Morg, not daring to open his mouth yet. "I thought not." Belmok set his cup down an...

They walked together for a few yards before the younger Morg could catch his breath and organize his thoughts. It was distracting, passing d...

KORM'S MASTER When Grand Master Belmok decided that the new postulate had stewed long enough, he swept abstractedly into his book-lin...