Mr. Aramate's Wonderous Emporium of the Soul: Part Seven Peter ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. The path back to the town had been blocked by angry townsfolk, and after Esther Fastbelly’s reaction, the little Gelert wasn’t in a rush to encounter any more of them.
Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Seven It was cold. Not as terribly cold as the storm outside, but cold nonetheless. Someone had taken his parka, leaving him shivering within the cold metal bars of his cell. Lighted torches lined the wall, illuminating a dungeon clearly carved out of the depths of a mountain.