The queen is head. Long live the queen...me." The platoon of renegade soldiers cheered. Redd kicked The Cat where he lay on the floor, tongue lolling in his mouth, the picture of death. "Get up! You still have seven more… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd stared at the bald head bent down before her. How refreshing Vollrath's sacrifice was. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't embarrasss himself with groveling or sniveling, or appeals to her nomexistent mercy. Thinking that he might still… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“You say halfer as if it's a terrible thing," he said. "But everyone I've ever known has been a halfer; if old enough t-to… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Huh?'" -Dodge(obviously) — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well," Redd said as, in… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“I would find no value in the allegiance of a fool ready to give himself up to any old hag of Black Imagination who… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Well now," the scholar went on, "I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who could use a tan, so you needn't grant my opinion any authority,… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“Suffering the nasty twisting of body parts that should never be twisted, the card soldiers fell, lifeless, and Arch's bodyguards were soon pushing through… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd Towers Apartments, whose advertising slogan, 'If you lived here, you'd be home by now,' did little to fill vacancies. — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. "How could I have been so stupid?" The Cat was trying to decide if this was a… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“What. Are. Thooooooose?" the walrus moaned. On the holo-screen airing the happenings in Genevieve Square, a swarm of scorpspitters released by the Glass Eyes… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
