Rated PG. Contains scantily clad barbarians of the female persuasion.
Hallah Iron-Thighs and the Change of Life
by K.D. Wentworth
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” I called after him. “This pass is dangerous. You never know when you’re going to run into a bunch of low-down, dirty, skulking ban–”
“And just who are you calling `dirty’ there, ducks?” a familiar male voice called down from the rocks above. “Actually, I’m thinking the two of you could do with a bit of spit and polish your own selves.”
“Lomo, you skunk!” Corpsemaker’s hooves clattered as I pulled her up.
“That’s Lomo, King of the Bandits, to you,” he said haughtily.
I leaped out of the saddle, my sword Esmeralda in hand. “I thought I split your thieving head open the last time you waylaid us!”
“That,” he said loftily from his unseen perch, “was merely a clever ruse on my part.”
“Rats and eels, I hate it when they won’t stay dead!”