Making a trillion Dollars was supposed to make Me happy; it did.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Making a trillion Dollars was supposed to make Me happy; it did.
Eddie had been staying in Golgonozza during the strike, meeting with various Anwynites, discussing strategy. He was in a meeting with Jon, Ala and June,
“Deathless, Tearless, Fearless, My, Shamshael.” “Burning still, will you always, will I.” “Now, always was, ever is, never will not be, Shamshael.” The heat suffused
The dust hissed with the first rain drops. Sam watched the darkening earth from beneath the bridge which had been his home for weeks, feeling
We drove on and on into the desert, the sun setting behind the Bacatete mountains. Jon had explained that we were going to see his
We boarded the plane and sat next to each other. Jon fell asleep before we took off, and I watched him sleep for a long