The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 10

“What was it like to ride on the back of a dragon?”

“Oh, it was the best thing in the world — or nearly the best thing, if you take my meaning.” Deirdre gave a wink and the soldiers laughed.

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 9

“And when we’re rid of the Khajiits…” — and here Brelyna did not like the way the jarl glanced at her — “well, that’ll be a good start at making Skyrim the place it used to be.”

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 8

He turned to see a flash of tawny fur, a clawed hand swinging toward him, and that was the last he knew.

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 7

In the name of the Sugar God, what were you doing here, my friend? J’zargo still couldn’t believe a fellow Khajiit could be capable of such random, unprovoked killings. And then the Nords dumped him down here

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 6

Before she could finish, a messenger rushed into the room. “Another murder!” he said, panting. “In Morthal this time. And they’ve got the killer!”

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 5

Deirdre Morningsong had seen much in her short life that would turn even the strongest stomach. Yet little could equal the scene now before her in the cellars of the Four Shields Tavern, which had been converted into a makeshift morgue.

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 4

“But why do they suspect a Khajiit? This land has many creatures with sharp claws.”

Here Falk looked uncomfortable. “Because of the claw marks left on the bodies, unlike any seen in wild animal attacks, but very similar to the marks you made on that guard’s face. And… bits of… fur, or hair, found near the bodies, and even under the fingernails of the mother. She must have fought desperately for her life and those of her children.”

The Khajiit Murders – Chapter 3

“I hope that’s a trashy novel you’re reading.”

Lydia tipped the cover to show her the title – Mixed Unit Tactics.

“Of course, I should have known. And you’re ready for battle, I see. In case an assassin should somehow make it past the many guards at the door, or slip through windows too narrow even to admit much light.”

Ready for battle was a bit much. She was wearing only a padded gambeson, not even her full plate armor. “I am sworn to protect you with my life, my Queen.”

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