"The Dare" by i_heart_xweetoks The red Xweetok crept forward until the gypsies sitting around the fire became visible. The watcher stared at the twig on the path as if trying to move it through sheer power of will. But the watcher's powers didn't extend that far, and the twig stayed put. The red Xweetok stepped on it, alerting the gypsies to her presence. Now the gypsies were beckoning to Sahrani. Don't go! thought the watcher. Don't...
They Think it's All Over: Part Four The Krawk's first stop that morning was to a studio in the art district, to a small, but remarkably well known designer, provided one moved in the right circles.