Iris cursed as the car rolled to a stop. Typical, she thought, miles from anywhere civilised, time was running out and she was dressed most inappropriately for late October. She'd had no warning that the car was dying other than the engine stuttering several times, recovering for a brief; hope filled moment and then cutting out completely.Iris steered the car close to the grass verge as the vehicle lost momentum and eventually stopped.Silence.More silence except for the ticking of the engine as it cooled.Iris sighed and quickly assessed her situation. She was warm enough for the moment due to the car's heater being full on prior to the vehicle's unexpected demise, bu

Iris sighed and pushed herself against her new lover's mouth when she felt his hot breath on her secret folds and his tongue slide between her labia. Faolan's tongue wriggled and squirmed insistently as he pushed into Iris's quickly oiling sex. He flicked at her clit and caused the girl to sigh loudly and then gasp as the hot pulses shot outwards from that sensitive little island.Faolan took his face away from Iris's body and he moved up along the front of her until his face was level with hers. Iris looked into the enigma of Faolan's now brown eyes and remembered how blue they'd been previously.In fact, as she studied him, Iris noticed more changes. Faolan's face had changed shape, only subtly, but it was definitely different. Once again, Iris felt no alarm; she still had that same curious sense of surreal contentment in spite of the

"You said that there are no absolutes, correct?" Seth asked. The dragon nodded, so Seth continued, "Then I have just one question: are you absolutely sure there are no absolutes?"The dragon blinked several times, opened its mouth to respond then closed it again. The dragon then cocked its head to one side for a few moments, opened its mouth to answer, and then closed it again."Here's the problem," Seth said. "Saying there are no absolutes is an absolute statement. Even if you were right, you would be wrong because you are contradicting yourself."The dragon rested its head on it forelegs for several minutes before responding. "Well done boy, though perhaps I should not call you boy anymore. Very well, take the wood elf and go. I should like you to come back though. I might enjoy conversing on this topic further."

"Dragons don't draw magic directly from the Ether like most living things," she said. "Instead, when they're around gold they make it resonate and--""Ale!" A slightly squeaky voice shouted from outside.Ale moved so fast that Seth wasn't even aware she'd moved until she was halfway across the room. She grabbed her bow and whipped around toward the door. Seth got up and peeked out into the darkening sky. The white-haired man from Drousin's cave was outside sitting on a horse. He was flanked by two others wearing long dark robes. Something about them made the scales on Seth's neck stand up."What do you want, Hermair?" Ale appeared right beside Seth at the door, but didn't leave the house. She had an arrow nocked on the bow, but it was pointing at the ground. She was ready, but not threatening"I want that abomination," called the

"Good," Ale said. "That was the easy part. Mana responds to your willpower more than anything else. Now, try to move it around with your mind."Seth did, but it didn't seem to be paying attention. It reminded him of an ice slushy or a cloud. It was lumpy and when he tried to touch it parted before him and closed up behind."It won't budge.""It usually takes years of practice," Ale noted. "Normally I'd say you were screwed, but you're a dragon. A dragon's command of magic is far more instinctive than other creatures. Give it a try and go with your gut."Seth hurled all his willpower at the slushy mana cloud, but it barely moved. After several minutes of trying, he still hadn't moved any part of it."Yeah, it's not paying attention," Seth sighed."Are you trying to move the whole thing, or just part of i