Recent content by Kasimir Reyes

“Vahliri,” he drawled, enunciating each syllable as if he was test tasting her name, before finding he quite liked it. “Very pretty.” He slanted a glance at the girl, taking her in, estimating her age—probably around his, give or take a couple years—just to see how she’d fit on this little...

Ord Cantrell was beautiful. Noonish, the sky was a pale blue and peppered with white clouds, and a light breeze was sweeping through the trees. Birds sang. Children played. In the small countryside town he was staying at, each building, set with limestone and baroque-style architecture, ivy and...

As the opening reception dragged on, Kas glided through the crowd of finely dressed people, doing his very best at unnerving them with his presence. He elbowed into strangers, burped after every drink, and juggled sweet pastries before tossing them into his mouth—not all of them landing, of...

“Ylana sugondese babaylan silca!” Kas said mockingly, the words gibberish in his mind. He hadn’t understood what the Jedi said, but it was probably nothing good. The look on his face said plenty, and Kas knew if he continued this charade, chances were he’d end up getting sliced in two. Which...

“Give up? We haven’t even started—” The words died in his throat as the Jedi lurched forward at an incredible speed, closing the gap between them in a blink, before slashing his shiny wizard sword across Kas’ arms. Call it luck or good reflexes, but he managed to leap away from the Jedi’s...

Kas bounced from one vehicle to the next, carried pure, dumb luck. From the old couple’s convertible, he leapt onto the polished hood of a luxury model speeder, and then the front end of a hoverbike, treading the edge like a circus wire, his arms flailing about wildly in an attempt to keep his...

Kas had been peacefully skipping down the hall, intending to make his escape, when he heard Hiram’s outcries and the door opening in its wake. One glance over his shoulder, and he caught a shot of black hair and olive skin. The Jedi was coming after him. His heart leapt in his chest, debating if...

As the lacquered wood of the piano burst into flame and the room was engulfed with smoke and shrieking patrons, Kas watched on with a gleeful smile, taking in the chaos like a full-course meal. Had it been magic? Not really. The suspiciously large tip he’d left in the pianist’s tip bowl had been...

Kas didn’t know what to do. He’d walked into a rather awkward position, exposing himself to Lord Hiram and whatever guest he must be hosting, but instead of backtracking from the room or coming up with an elaborate lie, he simply bowed his head in the most dramatic way possible and said, “My...

Kas dropped his hand from the boy’s (girl’s?) shoulder. So, it was not Maura, after all. As he inspected the stranger more closely, it should have been obvious from the start. They weren’t even remotely as beautiful as she’d been that night in the bar, downing shots like it was oxygen. Neither...

Kasimir’s entry went without a hitch. The balcony had been left unguarded, the glass doors unlocked, and even the hallways seemed to be empty of guards or surveillance cameras, as if the sleazy old man had never thought someone would be stupid enough to break into his mansion. Well, he’d be...

Kasimir had met Maura at his favorite cantina, the Hutt’s Flaps, one night while drinking. They had competed in a ridiculous drinking game, fighting to see who’d down as much scotch as their stomach could possibly contain, without passing out. The wager? The loser had to do whatever the winner...

Kas rose from his seat, shadowing Cai the moment he snatched his clam chowder and made his way toward Vasily’s table. Just what was he planning to do? Offer it to the old fart in exchange for his invitation? Before he could even bother to ask, Cai then turned and with a wink that could make a...

“Don’t worry, I have it all planned out in my head. Mostly.” A mischievous smile curled his lip. “But the conservatory is around the same level, so getting there should be a piece of cake. I mean, there are a surprising number of luxury speeders parked outside that we can hijack. People are just...

Kasimir panted as he climbed. Why hadn’t he invested in a grappling hook? It would have made breaking into homes so much easier, but he figured it was too late for that now. He’d already crossed over the heavy fencing that wrapped around Lord Hiram’s estate, snuck through his manicured gardens...