Blue Eyes in a Frame of Brown Fur I carefully crossed the room to a chair and sat. I instantly had to jump right up. The reason; someone was already in it. In the chair was a little blue Xweetok.
Me, the Chief, and the Wadjets There ain't many visitors in the little town of Martin's Creek. They're right in the desert, away from the comforts of them cities like Sakhmet and Qasala.