Dragonfly Made From Ceiling Fan Blades Novels & Stories

Seven grunted. An ear splitting crack from her heavy rifle shattered the air. Out in the clearing, the drone’s fiberglass rotor exploded into a cloud of grey dust. The machine spun out of control and slammed hard into the limestone cliff before dropping into the roaring lower channel. Within three seconds, the high-pressure intake pipes sucked it deep into the dark, where the massive steel turbine blades chewed it into scrap. "The northern board members are officially panicking," Thorne said, stepping into the room. He wiped a thick layer of industrial grease from his forehead with the back of his sleeve, then pointed a scarred finger at a hand-cranked shortwave radio sitting on the wooden b

He says it's girlish— thus not a good nickname for a hot Frenchman like him. "You know you can't call me that, Aurora." He stood beside me as I resumed jumping in order to catch that little dragon with transparent wings. Not a dozen or two, they were in hundreds. Thousands… maybe. With eyes colourful as a prism, glowed whenever a dragonfly stopped across my face as if to analyze me before it soared higher, out of my reach. Their thinner body seemed like a black needle attached to a dancing prism shaped as a circle whereas their transparent symmetrical wings looked like the outer surface of the glass of a transparent window during rain due to the intricate distribution of black thinnest veins