Driving the Last Spike ChapteDriving the Last SpikeDriving the Last Spike Chapte by Scealai-Storyteller
Owen Connolly was a big man. His back was broad and his chest barreled out. His arms were heavily muscled, his legs thick and stout. He towered over not only the Chinese workers, but his fellow Irish as well. With his perpetual scowl, foul humor, and propensity for violence, he also intimidated both in equal measure.
His dark, unkempt hair fell over his equally dark eyes, never quite enough to hide them or their seething depths. His face may have been handsome at one time, but his temperament had hardened the lines of his face and aged him past his thirty-odd years.
For all his ill-will, he seemed to spread it in equal portions across the workers. It was never specifically focused on either his countrymen or the foreigners brought in as reminders that they were expendable. Owen Connolly thrashed and cursed his away through both groups with equal disregard, focusing on whatever poor soul happened to have the misfortune
Driving the Last Spike part 2 The crowded conditions of the ship were not to Qiang's liking. Barely enough space to lie down was accorded to each traveler and their belongings. Additionally, toilet accommodations were woefully lacking and basic hygiene was non-existent. It was nearly intolerable to Qiang who, at the best of times, required distance and boundaries from either people or dragons. But he resolutely endured the voyage, refusing to even temporarily abandon the responsibilities he undertook for a brief respite in the spirit world.Driving the Last Spike part 2 by Scealai-Storyteller
After three weeks, on the first full moon of the voyage, he could abstain no longer. Though he could sense the energy of the moon, none of the light penetrated the depth of the hull. All Chinese dragons had a connection to the moon through their pearls, and they had access to her power and wisdom. And like all Chinese dragons, Qiang dearly loved and longed for the moon. It was one of the few thing
Driving the Last Spike part 1 Driving the Last Spike—Part 1Driving the Last Spike part 1 by Scealai-Storyteller
Dakota drove down the snowy lane towards her new house, returning home from her shift at the library. The drifted snow to either side glittered brightly in the moon light. Classes had resumed following the Christmas break and the many new students starting the semester were in and out of the library assessing the resources. They were getting a jump studying for the semester, researching for early assignments, or just looking for something to read. It had been a long night, but soon she would be home.
As she arrived, Dakota reflected on the vast changes that had recently occurred in her life. Her new lover, Sebastian, was a dragon who until a few months past had been human. Their intertwined paths had been equa
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