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KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 16Tai Lung gripped fiercely onto the left arm of Lady Tai-Huang’s throne as he peered behind it. “Who was he?” he asked in a low growl. “How did a pangolin get into your palace? The whole place is heavily guarded.”
Tai-Huang shook her head lightly as she shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s with those four thieves who somehow always manage to swindle supplies from under our noses. They must’ve found themselves a fifth.”
Naja’s coils tightened and loosened with uncertainty as he brought his snout close to Tai-Huang’s ear. “My Lady, are you sure they would recruit one so young?”
Tai-Huang fiddled with her cobra advisor’s tail in her fingers thoughtfully. “If that child could infiltrate my throne room without any detection from my guards and suddenly vanish out of thin air just as he did, why wouldn’t they recruit him?”
Tai Lung looked to the white tigres
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 15The crow flock sent by Lady Tai-Huang had finally reached the Shaanxi Province, where Jìng-Bào lay. They flew until they had reached the prisons more precise location, the Nánzhèng Xiàn County of the Hànzhōng Prefecture.
“When we see the sands of the Desert of Agony,” said the leader of the flock, “we’d best go high. Real high—I hear Jìng-Bào’s got archers within 40 li of the prison. Lots of archers, and darn good ones.”
“Okay,” said the nearest crow subordinate. “So what happens when we reach the place, huh? Just soar around over the prison out of arrow range for days until we see a bat flying in?”
The leader thwacked the subordinate roughly around the head with his bill. “No, feather head. Xiān-Jiàn Zhě said that the bat will be coming from Gongmen City, so that means he’ll be entering the desert through t
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 14“You have two options,” whispered Wing Wu to the crocodilian spy, the blades of her fenghuo lun ring still kept pressed against his scaly throat. Her sister kept the blades of her own ring pressed against the croc’s chest. “You can either cooperate, or you can die. Your choice.”
The croc breathed shallowly as he gazed at the flame-like blades at his throat and chest. He had to carefully weigh his options, for both held heavy consequences—if he chose death, the vital information he had of the Wu Sisters’ Conspiracy would never reach his superiors, and the Wu Sisters would be able to continue conspiring against them. If he chose to cooperate, he would most likely be forced to aid the Sisters in secretly working against his superiors. Not only would he be betraying the trust of his superiors, he would also be putting his life on the line, for would certainly kill him if they were to find out. And if he tried to warn them of what was going on
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 13Masters Croc and Storming Ox could not believe what their eyes displayed to them at the sight of the two hooded figures standing before them, one of them unhooded—it was the sight of what his hood had been hiding that flabbergasted and filled the two Masters with utter disbelief. This now unhooded figure revealed a round, white, ursine head with black ears and large black patches around emerald-green eyes. These features were unmistakably a panda’s.
With eyes seeming ready to pop out of his head and his jaw hanging limp, Storming Ox could only stammer one thing in enquiry. “P-P-P-Po, the Dragon Warrior?” Could it be? No sooner had he stated that he and Croc would require the aid of the Dragon Warrior to defeat the Wu Sisters, should all three of them reunite, than one of the guards presented this panda to him. Could the gods have really answered his prayer that quickly? Could they have already answered it long beforehand, knowing what the situation would c
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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