brugh

Brugh looked up at the professor's voice, and his face wasn't pretty.

He gave up trying to speak and sent his thought out directly to Brugh.

Brugh worked late in the laboratory, making up for the time he had taken off to clear his head.

Brugh nodded and relaxed, thinking back over the last few hours.

Brugh looked around hastily, but there was no one listening.

Brugh played a dirty trick on me, but I've put over a few of them myself to get money for my department.

Brugh's voice, muffled as from a great distance, reached him.

So she told him: deep in the ground, on the northernmost edge of the brugh.

Brugh left the keys on the table; and sometime yesterday he lost one of them.

Brugh threw her a grateful smile and went in to wash up.

They reached the main door, and Brugh halted suddenly.

Brugh reached for his keys and fumbled with them, trying to find the proper one.

Brugh took it and read it through, his face lighting up.

But Brugh knew better than to argue with his older daughter; she always won, just as her mother always did.

Brugh heard this time, and swung suspiciously toward the end of the room, where his assistant was working.

According to what he had read in Brugh's mind, he should have been drunk, but it didn't feel that way.

Brugh's smile promised unpleasant things at the first chance.

So Brugh decided he'd made life and wanted to make a fool of me by bringing my man to consciousness, eh?

So he laughed lightly and said, "It seems you know a great deal of what has passed in this brugh, madam."

Brugh grabbed frantically and caught it just before it hit.

Hermes felt a light kiss through Brugh's senses, and saw her start around the table to pass in front of him.

Arlington Brugh shook his head to clear it of a sudden buzz, but he had not understood.

Brugh started for the stairs, then turned back.

As a teenager, Brugh was a track star and played the cello in his high school orchestra.

Brugh grabbed for his hat and addressed the assistant.