James Sherman sat in a pew and considered the intricate stained glass window. It depicted a medieval knight in full armor on a rearing steed, the knight's lance having pierced the heart of the three-headed dragon, its eyes rolling in its final agony. Good vs. Evil, with Good triumphant. A riveting story with heroes and villains, plenty of action, and a happy ending. Perhaps someday, James thought, life will imitate art.
Quincy Dedham peered uncertainly out at the living room. "I don't know, it seems like there are an awful lot of windows."
Rachael thought the "Scooby Gang" thing had run its course but she did her best to hide her annoyance with Scott. He was such a puppy dog and you have to be patient with puppy dogs. "Well," she said. "I'd have to go with Velma."
Lieutenant Florence Franklin pulled back the hood of her parka as she returned to the bridge from the observation deck to report to Captain Katrina Townsend. "I know this is going to sound crazy, Captain." She paused. "There's something on that iceberg off the port bow."
