Russell Nohelty

Most mortals didn’t survive tumbling into my web of misfortune, but she did, and that was impressive.

The ground was black obsidian from the lava that had flowed over it for eons. A cauldron of orange lava steamed up from the ground.

The sound of Billy Joel played through the house when I entered.

The hardest part of a prisoner transfer was that you had to trust the other party to behave themselves.

Forty-five minutes was not a lot of time, but I could do a lot of damage with it given the proper motivation, and I was intensely motivated.

If there was one thing I could not abide, it was dishonesty.

Cars passed quickly on the street behind us, and the light from their headlights illuminated the dark restaurant, where a funny-looking parrot stood prepping for the next day.