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Sequel to “A Cobra's Honor.” Summary: Pua joins the assault on the Outlands, where he confronts an old friend. ***************************************** The time for battle was near. Kion paced at the front of his army, his nerves threatening to get the better of him. He was so young, and yet here he was, an acting general of the king's forces, going up against a threat that he alone could defeat. He was still a cub in so many ways; his mane hadn't even reached beyond his nape yet. And yet the fighting animals of the Pride Lands put their complete trust in him. Even his allies, the newly united hyena clans of the Outlands, wer

The dry season was upon the Pride Lands. Dry seasons were always difficult times for the residents of the Pride Lands. Animals became testy as resources became scarce, and to that end, it was law that peace between all animals was to be strictly maintained at the water hole. Any animal that violated the water hole truce was subject to banishment. This year's dry season wasn't as terrible as some of those that had come before. Most notable in recent memory was the dry season in the final year of Scar's reign. As conditions in the Pride Lands deteriorated, Scar had made no effort to preserve the land, the water or the herds. Every creature, g

It was after sundown by the time James made it back to the VIP tent. He'd enjoyed a long conversation with Tallmadge and a friend of his, a Mr. Caleb Brewster. Brewster was fiercely patriotic, and more so than that, he was loyal to his friends and to General Washington. Tallmadge, who wasn't more than three or four years older than James, had been very careful in what he was willing to reveal about his work as Washington's head of intelligence. But he had also supplied James with more than enough information for a good story. James had even had the pleasure of meeting the eccentric Nathaniel Sackett, self-taught cryptologist, and keeper of al

Sarah and Henri followed Billy Lee back to their wagon. As they passed a group of soldiers, Billy called out to them. “Soldiers, General Washington wishes you to assist our guests from the Pennsylvania Gazette.” The men glared at Billy. One of them got up and walked menacingly over to the trio. “Who d'you think you're givin' orders to, blackie?” the man growled. Billy stood his ground. “To a soldier, subordinate in rank to General Washington, on behalf of his excellency.” The man snorted. “If Washington wants to order me around, he can come do it himself, 'stead of sendin' his slave to tell a whi

A few days later, the two teenagers and their young French charge pulled their wagon into the camp at Morristown, New Jersey. The army was enjoying a lull in military activity, and the kids noted how restless some of the men seemed. James pointed toward a rise, where a large tent stood. “That looks like Washington's tent. We'd better let him know we're here. He doesn't really like being caught off guard by the press.” Sarah nodded. The three of them hopped out of the wagon and headed toward Washington's quarters. As they approached the tent, an officer came out. He had strawberry-blond hair and noticeably deep blue eyes. He wor

Philadelphia, PA, March, 1777 “Mail's here!” Henri loved his self-assigned role as the mail receiver. It was the only time everyone in the house came running when he called. At not-quite-12 years old, he had very limited autonomy and almost no authority, and thus savored what little power he did wield. Moments after Henri's announcement, Sarah, James and Moses were in the front room of the print shop, clamoring for the coveted letters Henri held aloft. “One at a time, one at a time!” Henri chastised, grinning as he swept the sealed letters back and forth. He knew the drill; Moses got his mail first, as it was usual

Patsy Disclaimer: These are all historic domain characters. I merely interpret the events as I see them. You may regard this as a Hamilton fanfic, or it can stand alone. I have taken some liberties with some of the dates in order to fit my purposes. Some birth and death dates are not available to me at this time, so I've concocted them. ________________________________________________________________ 19, June, Year of Our Lord 1778 My dearest, Gilbert, My heart aches for you. Our eldest child, our dear Henriette, has passed into our Lord's bosom this past April. I need you here, my love. The young man's hands trembled as he held his wife

January 9, 1482 It took some work to step around everyone taking up floor space inside Notre Dame Cathedral, but such fancy footwork wasn't anything Clopin wasn't used to. The Archdeacon had graciously allowed many of the Gypsies to stay nights in the cathedral until they could find other places to set up a new home. They couldn't return to the Court of Miracles; not now that its location had been revealed to the gadje. There was the distinct possibility that they'd have to split up—meaning most of them would have to fend for themselves. The loss of the Court of Miracles was devastating. Clopin had originally managed to find a safe hav

Chapter 1 Bits of hail littered the bluegrass surrounding the barns. The setting Kentucky sun cast its glow on the gray-blue sky to the east, scattering its light among the raindrops, which refracted the crepuscular rays and split them into all their colors. The resulting bow perfectly framed the nursery barn, where a cherry bay mare had spent the duration of the storm in hard labor, oblivious to the howling winds and roaring thunder around her. Now her own storm approached its end, with its own promise forthcoming. As the veterinarian encouraged her, the Thoroughbred daughter of champions grunted again, giving one last mighty heave. Her foal

Dr. Noah Fujita loves illustrating his physics lessons with stories and games. The following is a story he tells his Physics 101 class every year when they start discussing Newton's laws of motion. “An object at rest tends to stay at rest until acted upon by an unbalanced force. Likewise, an object in motion tends to stay in motion in the same direction and velocity until acted upon by an unbalanced force. But what were to happen if an unstoppable force met an immovable object? That hypothetical paradox has been posed to physics students for generations, but I can give you the answer. “If you were paying attention on the first d