Red, White, and Blue Prologue and Chapter 1
As the greyhound succumbed to death, alexei muttered, "it's a good thing you don't like the cold, because it's gonna be a lot hotter where you're going. a hell of a lot hotter."
Chapter 1: Going to the Dogs
A greyhound. about two years old. answers to the name of 'streak o'grey,' according to her papers."
The Beginning of A Bad Thing
She heard the greyhound growl low in his throat, and the overwhelming urge to laugh forced its way up her esophagus.
Chapter 2: A Visitor For Christmas Break
I was down at the greyhound station, waiting for jun's greyhound coach to come. montreal to toronto, via ottawa, was what the bus schedule said. he was due at 4.45pm. i was worried. i wondered why his bus was late.
Sweet Revenge part 2
Yep i'm so dead he thought to himself as he looked at the 70 foot greyhound next to the fox. where did you say you smelled it the vixen said. over here somewere but the winds picking up i can't smell it anymore it replied.
There's No Way, Chapter 38
The italian greyhound restaurant was owned by, believe it or not, an italian greyhound from finice by the name of italo levriero. as was the case with most humanimals from other parts of the world, italo had a mild accent.
Black Meridian 10: Midnight Meridian
The audience watched in stunned terror as the jester mimed dropping and hanging the magician, going back and forth as the greyhound magician seemed to do little but squirm.
Oh So Tragic - Part 4
They were being followed by two men, both greyhounds, in a high-speed chase on king street. whitefire and one of the greyhounds were both trying to gun each other down, ralone says.
Flapjacks and Fat Cats
The greyhound gave a somewhat insincere grin. "you look like you enjoy your pancakes. what do you say?"
If Only You'd Wanted Me Back
"so you're really a greyhound?" the weasel spat. "is that what you're trying to tell us?"
The War's Remnants
#1 of others through the open window of the greyhound bar, a beam of light escaped and helped to brighten up the silent street. the bar was the place to be but, unusually, it was rather quiet for the time of night.
The Stonehouse Mysteries - Preface
I wish to begin with the words 'Dear readers', as is my habit. However for all I know this document will remain locked in some dusty cabinet somewhere without being so much as glanced over. If it ever is read by someone outside that most secretive...