Paul’s suit of armor clanged as he shifted his weight in the lobby chair. He believed wearing it made a strong statement. Here is a dashing and daring man who deserves a promotion, he thought.
Dex never wanted to go to outer space. He was a ground tech. Keyword: ground. As in his feet were planted on solid earth.
“I’m having a very special dinner and there’s one seat left at my table,” he said. “Who would like to attend my feast?”
Each time the pickaxe struck, Ruby could hear her mother reciting their peoples’ traditions.
Back when Grenn’s parents were alive, all kinds of folk stopped by Bramble Dungeoneering Trading Company to load up on supplies for their sword and sorcery adventures.
“If you fold one thousand paper cranes, the gods will grant you a wish,” Martin reminded himself.