“Well, if I can’t have a cape, you should at least let me have a mask!” protested Lyra. Continue reading
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Tag Archives: Gilda
Loving The Predator
Thousands of feet in the air was a really terrible place to be told that. Continue reading
Devoured
Applejack groaned, coming awake like a rusty nail being pulled out of a pine board. Like pulling out the nail, it wasn’t impossible, it just sounded painful and awkward. Continue reading
The Catbird Seat
“Holy crap,” said Rainbow, flatly. Continue reading
Flaming Death Spiral
“Ma!” came the little voice, and two pairs of green and ruby eyes flew wide in alarm. Continue reading
Caterwaul
She came in low over the fields, taking cover behind the rise of the hill, trying to catch only the barest glimpse of her target without being revealed. Applejack had been located in a far field, working. The plan was a go. Continue reading