The High Mountain Court Novels & Stories

"No. Let me call it. Senior, you better help Chief Inspector Han change his clothes. It is uncomfortable laying in a wet shirt, and he is still sick. There is a shirt in the cupboard. You can use that." "Okay." Min Hera once again walked out, leaving the two behind. ------- He unblinkingly stared at the orange sky. Then at the vast mountain around the palace. Finally, his eyes looked inside, surveying the lavishly furnished bedroom. Ryan got a sense of familiarity from this unknown place. A Deja Vu. Beyond the horizon, the sun was setting out while the dusk was coming. The sky slowly darkened, welcoming the nighttime, accompanied by the twinkling stars and the moon, which shied away behind t

"What do you mean? You are not from the North and don’t personally know your father?" "No, Alpha," she looked up at him. Her emerald eyes were glassy, and he knew very well that in no time, tears would be streaming down her beautiful face again. "I am from the highlands." The highlands are the mountains that are completely isolated from civilization, it is neither part of the west, east, south and north. It is an independent teritorry of people who choses to live in harmony with the forest.

I will fix this. I set out my exhibits: financial trail papers, transcripts of communications intercepts, names of leaders of consortiums. At eight fifty, I stood. "In front of the court is the matter of Bhutan vs. Artemis Consortium. We are set to proceed." The bailiff yelled, "All rise." The judge appeared—Judge Laurent, crisp and businesslike. We all rose until he was seated again. He opened his book. "This court is now in session. Case number 2147. Mr. Mercer, you may make your opening statement."