Crimson & Dragons

By Stephen D. Sullivan

Naked, chained to a wall, and about to be fed to a dragon is no way to start the day.

"Is there anything in the multiverse worse than waking up naked and chained to a dungeon wall? I say, Yes: dying before you get to pay back the son-of-a-bitch who put you there."

This short story features fan-fave warrior woman Crimson and includes previews of other Crimson stories and 2 alternate covers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen D. Sullivan
• Release date: Nov 18, 2010
• ISBN: 9781465887054

Stephen D. Sullivan

Stephen D. Sullivan has written more than 50 books across many genres: fantasy, SF, horror, detective, movie adaptations, and more. Readers the world over enjoy his fast-moving prose style and hard-hitting action sequences. He has won numerous awards for his work, including the 2016 Scribe Award for his horror-comedy novel, Manos: The Hands of Fate.Not sure where to start? Try these:NEW! Manos: Talons of FateBEST SELLER: Manos: The Hands of Fate (2016 Scribe Award Winner)HORROR & MONSTERS: Daikaiju AttackFANTASY: Tournament of Death novelsSCIENCE FICTION: Heart of Steam & RustADULT: Elf Erotica (Elf Princess on Mars)OVERVIEW: Martian Knights & Other TalesThere are plenty of others to choose from, too. (Including some books from other authors published by Steve's Company, Walkabout Publishing.)Browse! Buy! Enjoy!

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CRIMSON & DRAGONS

~ A Blue Kingdoms Story ~

Stephen D. Sullivan

• Walkabout Publishing •

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© 2010 Stephen D. Sullivan

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CONTENTS

CRIMSON & DRAGONS

Samples of Other Crimson Stories

Forever Crimson

The Gates of Paradise

Crash of the Titans

Time War

About the Story

About the Author

Alternate Covers

CRIMSON & DRAGONS

~ A Blue Kingdoms Story ~

Stephen D. Sullivan

Is there anything in the multiverse worse than waking up naked and chained to a dungeon wall? I say, Yes: dying before you get to pay back the son-of-a-bitch who put you there.

I intended to make sure that the bastard priest who put me in this position got what he deserved, and in this lifetime, not some future one. Of course, being naked and chained to a dungeon wall, I wasn’t currently in a position to do much about it.

Acting as pin-up girl in some sadist’s twisted fantasy isn’t something I’ve experienced a lot in my many lifetimes, mostly because death before dishonor has always been my mantra. Of course, that kind of hard-ass credo is easier for me to follow than it would be for most, death not being a permanent set-back in my case. In situations like this, my peculiar brand of immortality is more of a blessing than a curse. Trouble is, I wasn’t the only one in this jam.

Other women—little more than girls, really—occupied the dungeon with me. We were chained in a line against a damp stone wall, each of us far enough apart from the rest that we couldn’t possibly touch or help each other in any way. I guessed from their pallid skin and soft bodies that the others weren’t going to be much help in getting us out of this predicament.

I hadn’t seen my own body in a mirror since I revived in this new incarnation, but I knew what I’d find; the gift from the gods that unhinged me in time also allows me to look more or less the same every time I’m reborn: trim and muscular, pale blue eyes, red hair—shoulder-length in this incarnation—and busty. Somehow, I always end up with big boobs; I figure the gods must like them.