Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P. 7

“Children! Come to me!” she shouted, heedless of the noise, while she raised both of her wings in invitation.

The Cubs ran to her and instinctively huddled underneath. Mara wrapped her wings around them all, like a mother hen protecting her brood.

Mara painfully ground her teeth together as wave after wave of burning hot rubble began to pound themselves into her back, neck, wings and tail. For just a moment, her wings retracted in response.

‘NO!’ she silently screamed when she remembered her duty.

Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P. 6 (Arawn Cycle 35/Mara Cycle 6)

“Nyuk nyuk nyuk.” Juanita muttered just loudly enough for everyone there to hear, and then she chuckled. Both Alonzo and Ms. Augustine laughed with her.
“Fuckers!” Mara hissed as she glared at each of them in turn.
“Language!” Arawn injected with a disapproving frown

Cut and Run Ch. 1 Retcon 5 of 5

I noted a small graveyard off on the side. It’s entrance had an arch over it with some foreign words written on it: De reis is beëindigd, it said. I asked the old dude about it.
“Oh that?”, he said as glanced back at it. “That’s a graveyard for some Dutch gold-diggers. It means: ‘The Journey Is Ended.’” He explained.

Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P-5. (Arawn Cycle 33/Mara Cycle 4)

“Is that a Sonic Screwdriver?” she asked him innocently. Secundus’ hand froze and he turned his head to glare at her.
“No. It is not.” He replied chillingly, and was about to say something more.
“Hmm, that is not a half bad idea.” Quintus interrupted, smiling. “Considering the current technological level of Earth as it is, I could just about craft one. Or at least a rudimentary version.” He continued, thinking about it.
“Oh! Why did you have to go and do that for?” Secundus moaned to Juanita. “Now he will be nothing but a pain until he actually succeeds at crafting one!” he gruffed.