(The Bloomfield) The waves wobbled Isdabella's stomach and almost everything she ate was deposited in the ocean as she leaned overboard and vomited. At nights she spilled her guts into her chamberpot. She had made friends with two passengers on the ship, a married couple called the Bloomfield, who had stated that they owned a wealthy corn plantation in Mala. They were in first-class cabins, as the Sailor had said the worth of her necklace would ensure that she was exposed to only the best service onboard. The Bloomfields occupied the cabin next to Isdabella's. They were a week at sea and the Bloomfields said they travelled a lot and knew it would take several months for the ship to dock in Mala. They told her of an exquisite place were corn was the master crop. Mostof the corn was sold as cornstarch, cooking oil, and other buy products of the crop in factories across the world. Corn from Mala sounded like a very demanding and lucrative commodity. With concern, they wondered just ho

(The Immortal Council.)Someplace on another continent, there was a factory that produced paper. The building was old and stretched from front to back like three adjoining coaches on a train. Inside humans worked the machines by hand to attain those perfectly pressed white sheets.In a spacious room with only ten chairs around a large table, the Immortal Council met, camouflaged as a board meeting for factory affairs. "We received news that Saint the Werewolf is dead. "Lucinda Pitters stated. She had travelled a long way away from her Island, for this meeting and was hoping that she could convince the council to stop Simeon from proceeding with his murder of her kind. Simeon was in his right to kill Saint, but the other wolves that he was killing out of bitterness was immoral. "I think we should pass a law to prohibit him from killing another wolf, surely his right for revenge is has been accomplished."She stated.The leader of the Wizards smirked loudly."You know by now that Sim

(The Wolves Of Mala.)It was past ten p.m. when Opal and Doug dragged themselves down the path to return home. Thanks to Tamar, they must have been introduced to, talked and shook hands with every member of Mala. Doug could be a charmer when he wanted to be. The side of him that was only a glimpse and Opal had sat down in a chair and admired him. She witnessed the rare occasion when Doug smiled with everyone and kept up the conversation. He was winning at a game of chess to which he should have been the pawn and he had them anticipating his next move. That evening Doug was the Alpha of the male group and by the end of the night, he was invited to a Sunday evening game of tennis, and a Wednesday night game of cards. A few numbers of shameless females sneaked into his pocket.Retracing their steps to the Bloomfield property they observed that there was no moon tonight. Just the songs of birds, the toads and crickets adding their harmony to the hum of the sea. Doug and Opal were jokin

(An Interesting Ally.)Doug laid Opal down on the bed and she turned her back to him. She was shutting him out, she needed to shut him out, that was how she healed her heart. She would talk when she was ready and only when she was ready. He just needed to be available to listen. Opal could not be rushed.Opal could be as strong as she was delicate. Sometimes she was a ferocious warrior and at other times she was a child who was amused at everything and often could cry at the drop of a hat. Doug understood this, so he pulled the covers up to her chin, closed the window and left the room.Doug came into the living room.Tonight was a hell of a night, he thought, switching on the lights. He went over to the window that needed fixing, he would fix it tomorrow.As he looked out he saw a figure coming towards the house. It was the curved outline of a woman, silhouetted in the dimness. Doug reached for his gun on a shelf of books and decided he was not going to handle anything else tonight.

(Lucinda Pitters.)The hotel room door was knocked on twice. Jatray switched the television off and went to answer it."Lucinda how nice of you to come and visit an old friend. However did you find me?"Her voice was a sweet mockery."I picked up the scent of mayhem on a trail and followed it Commander."Lucinda answered, coming into the room as Jatray stepped aside.Lunaice had gone on the night of the attack, to see why the wolves she had sent out had not returned to the pack. What she found was their dead bodies lying in the path and a draft of lavender stained to the bark of a tree. Lucinda went up to sniff the tree trunk."Jatray."She had stated, recognizing the expensive brand that the Commander liked to wear.She sent for wolves to come and take the bodies back to the pack, where they would be buried.Jatray smiled. She knew Lucinda didn't approve of her being in charge and it was a pleasure to see her bow her head to her. Lucinda had always disliked her, but as the leader, sh