IDENTITY CRISIS - The World of I.D. (Prologue)
With the fallen angel and all that jazz? well in my dimension god let olé' lucy go and have his own place, influencing humans in a different way than him.
Murder at the Speed of Life #1
If the reader is unfamiliar with my past exploits, you might wonder why the scientific branch of _national intelligence_ would have a beef with a skinny, 26 year old jazz guitar player.
Midline Shift 17 - Ruins of Ancient Stars
"well someone doesn't appreciate jazz humour."
Black Jack
On stage a trumpet an alto sax duo played their jazz beat with soul. levi couldn't help but smirk at how hard the club tried to appear 'retro' with its 1930 theme.
Song of the Romani
The violins and clarinets of their music, as recent as american jazz or ancient as northern indian kathak, the exotic scents and spices of a passing group of nomads who traded with anyone who was willing to give them money, or for that matter, anything of
The Champion
Put some jazz in the speakers. no one ever bugged him here, on one wanted to. sometimes his husband would sneak in, though a match this high profile meant he was talking to reporters about clothes like he was paid for.
Chapter 1 The New Guy
Some upbeat jazz plays. xander and ether continue on their way to bellwood. now while giving the driver of that red car a big speeding ticket, xander's girlfriend named marie knows that she has just seen her boyfriend.
Unfamiliar
For colour, and scent, and sparkles, and all that jazz. and also for turning gill into the tiniest fairy mouse, with sparkly wings and a difficulty being heard unless they practically nested in the yote's ear.
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.
The Redeem: Chapter 8
User=66294&character=0&clevel=2) erythwolf](https://erythwolf.sofurry.com/ "erythwolf") _and i both appreciate your comments and all that jazz. enjoy! -kergiby_ the reverberations from my boots echoed in the cavernous chamber of the warehouse.
Christmas at Joe's
He was a jazz player, another regular; the gig he'd been expecting to be at tonight had been cancelled. "you're always welcome," she said, smiling. "weren't you supposed to give up smoking this year?" "i'm working up to it."
Chapter 9: Embarrassment
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, and all that jazz. but ultimately, jack, this is what you want. if you really don't want to do that, that's okay."