The Ambassador
Peace. Peace was finally here. Yet it was sad that the seeds of peace tended to rise from the ruins of war. Bloodshed. Death. The arctic wolf shook his head. Loss was inevitable, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he could have saved some...
[Tanorath] Vanishing Act
Vanishing Act I had turned up to work to find a relatively fat folder dumped on my table. I snorted as I sat down and placed my coffee off to one side. The folder bore the logos of the local police department, which was unusual. As I flipped...