A Giant Problem III
He stepped back and held out his cigar and a man walked up and lit it for him. he clamped down on it and got it to drawing well, then gestured, the smoke curling up.
The Gift 3: Birthday Changes
He hung up afterwards and pulled out a cigar. the labels on each cigar was the same ornate gold-painted words as had been on the initial boxed gift, but he didn't know what it said.
A deal wit a demon
Sweat rolled down the back of the wolfs neck as he crawled into the back of the long car, he shivered as the lion shook his paw and slowly lit the tip of his cigar with a flame that was deep purple, as the end of the cigar caught alight and thick purple smoke
Bear And Dog
He grabbed the cigar again, as well as a lighter. "i feel a damn headache coming on, i need a smoke." he paused as he held the cigar. he stared at the brown coating of the cigar with the black and gold tipped center.
Winter Interlude
He sighed again and reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigar and a single red rose. he held the flower to his nose and inhaled deeply. in the distance, the cathedral's carillon began its traditional carol, counting down to midnight.
The Adventures of Travis McQuinn: The case of the Cub Snatcher
As i sat, he puffed on his cigar, finally, after a few seconds of puffing, he said, "so, you wanna be a private eye?" i didn't answear, i was still coughing abit from the cigar smoke. "yes." i managed to choke out between coughs.
The Last Aspect
He sighed, and took a long drag on the cigar. • • • it was the autumn of the eighth year of war when altaega first opened her eyes.
Herdnan- Chapter Nineteen
The don rubbed his nose and took another puff on his cigar. "alright, let us get down to business. i need both of you to work together for this job.
It's All In The Eyes
* * * now how many of you can follow exactly how the cigar chomping wolf found his prey. hope you enjoyed.
The Room of Rouge
The door clicked softly before opening, bringing in the smell of cigars and jazz along with it. and.....her. the small figure of a vixen started to approach me.
What We Always Dreamed Of
It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty One
Pulling open another drawer, ichabod produced a thick cigar. he flicked his thumb against the side of his finger, making a tiny spark of flame appear over it, which he used to light the cigar.