THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XX

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XX

I waited patiently for Gularte, sitting in the afternoon sun, rubbing my useless government pen with the fingers of my left hand. The pen wasn’t totally useless I knew, as its presence where it was found was very likely a valuable clue. Was the person who lost it not...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XV

Gularte was waiting at the beach unit when I arrived at the city parking lot, my Volkswagen’s engine knocking a bit, which had me worried, but not unduly so. The thing was still under warranty, although I had no replacement if it might be in the dealership shop for...