Prima Zadok Sudeas sat in a large room with ornate carvings of golden dragons spiraling up onyx columns. The Prima, high priest of the whole Dragon Order, still didn’t feel that the throne chair he had commissioned was comfortable. “Why cann’t those damn craftsmen not make a single chair that feels right?” he grumbled, twisting and turning on the cushion.              “If the Dovari we questioned are to be believed, they say the spirit of Abrasax will prevent any but the chosen Kendov can sit upon the dragon throne.”             “But this is not even the dragon throne! This is my throne, the throne of the Prima! It has no ties to those dead dragons or their legions.”             The monk shrugged, “To the gods, would they really care which chair mortals chose to sit upon? I think the belief i

Conor awoke to a strange buzzing. He rolled over and his hand found the lamp. As he clicked on the light, he didn’t recognize the room he was in. A red light blinked next to a toggle. He clicked it and a familiar voice filled the room through a speaker.             “Well, where is he? Jess said that turd worked here.”             “Yes, Mr. Brantley works here but it's early sir. I don’t believe anyone else is in yet.”

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As Conor finished up his shift on Tuesday at Jackson’s furniture, he stopped in to see Mr. Matthews. “Sir, do you have a minute?” “Of course, Conor. Come on in. Are you in a tight spot again? Need another advance?” Conor chucked, “No, but I want to thank you for doing that for me. Actually, several of my long-term plans are starting to pan out. So, if it is alright with you, I will likely stay with just part

After Anna left, Conor sealed himself in his room. “Celia. Any advice you care to share.”             ‘Don’t feel like you are going mad anymore by talking to me?’             “Well, I may be mad, but you seem to still offer solid advice, even if I am talking to myself.”     

Conor dressed in his Jackson’s uniform shirt and prepared to head out when a gentle purr greeted him from the bed.             “You are still going to work at Jackson’s?” Anna asked from beneath the sheets. “We have things in hand here, you shouldn’t have to labor like that anymore.”             “The exercise is good for me, and for now call it a cover. People love to underestimate someone doing such work. For me, it continues to be an opportunity to meet new people and to view them in a unique light. How they treat the floor s