In other worlds, not all is perfect; nor should it be.
Not all stories end in a typical happily ever after; it's a matter of perspective ...
Excerpt from Stolen Property:
The stink of low tide almost made Elnis gag. The smell of old fish, mud and rotting garbage hung in the air with the vague scent of seawater. The night breeze was gentle enough to keep the stench lingering. He quelled the urge to spit the horrid taste out of his mouth.
No wonder the port workers congregated in the drinking establishments. They came to wash away the flavours of the tide.
At this time of early evening, the taverns and alehouses were overflowing with stevedores, sailors and dockers. Elnis wanted out of this rank city. He’d had enough of their rough ways, their bad manners, and their awful nasal accents. Unfortunately, he had business; bu...