Continued from Part One Sariah Miller stared down at the cover. A casket lay open with a familiar pair of overalls inside. Bright red letters screamed, The Death of Small Packages. A tear trickled down her cheek. Small Packages saved her life a few years back when he was in town helping the Sword. Small…
Continued from Separation The Sword stood in the red clay valley with Small Packages, whose curly red hair made the eighteen-inch-tall hero look like a leprechaun in overalls. The Sword stared down at the bloody white coat. There was no mistaking it: the Defender’s. When will others stop having to pay for my mistake in…
Continued from Part Nine Small Packages made his way through the forest the next morning, looking down at the ground. The Sword shouted, “Small Packages, why are you stopping?” “The footprints stop here.” The Sword said, “That’s impossible. Where did he go?” Small Packages paced around the hill. He stared over the edge. In the…
Continued from Part Eight The Defender walked through the forest, carrying a torch. The Dark Mystic had to be somewhere out here. What am I going to do if I find Dark Mystic? The Defender pulled his knife out. A bolo wouldn’t do much good and hand to hand combat was out. He looked up…
Continued from Part Seven Commander Justice stared at the eerily twisted forest that surrounded Lord History’s medieval village. The trees’ gnarled, black, orange streaked trunks made it look like they’d set up shop in the world’s biggest Halloween haunted forest. He kicked a pebble. He turned his head and followed the path of the pebble…
Continued from Part Six At angry voices, Revelator rushed into Jesse’s bedroom of their eighteenth century English cottage. Pantheon stood in a flimsy outfit in front of Jesse. “I have ways of changing your mind.” She reached behind her. “I’m not about to betray my wife.” She grasped a small golden arrow from her belt….
Continued from Part Five Jason Justice waited for his mother to pick up. “Jason?” said his mother. “The Lords are in session. I don’t have long.” His mother, a Baroness, had moved back to England after the Admiral’s death and gotten herself a peership. “Mother, I’ve been thinking about coming out of retirement.” She gasped….
Continued from Part Four Ian let out a shriek of pain. Ian stared over at a knife. If he could only gain control long enough to put the knife through his own heart. He strained, unable to break free of Jalzabel’s control. Markum said, “You should be ready to go back at it tomorrow. You’ll…
Continued from Part Three Small Packages took a bite of cabbage as he eyed Commander Justice’s clinched fist. Doesn’t the Sword realize what a jerk he’s being? Here the Justice Family blazed the trail for all of us, and he’s never given them more than lip service. Small Packages turned to the bekilted Highland Guardian….
Continued from Part Two As the heroes gathered around the fire that evening, eating rations bars, the Sword stood and raised his right hand. “May, I have your attention, please? We have great news. Small Packages and Skyscraper found a plant growing on the surface. Data Bank has completed her analysis and found that the…