THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 44. "Scum Of The 'Verse"
He struggled and having no way to get through them dropped suddenly into a backward roll dislodging the cloth and parting his assailants but he was not able to take them out before a needle was pushed into the side of his neck.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: The Fiery Pit
Folk broke into places to steal things of value but to set people alight, to torch a place? He tip toed through the ashes and ruin of his former place of power, eyes flicking nervously right and left as if he expected one of the charred bodies to sit up and speak to him.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 42. "The Gorram Plan"
When Simon stared at her River continued, her voice sounding more like a school marm than his little sister. River in lecture mode was not to be messed with.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 41. "On The Road To Who Knows Where"
Better the slow introduction of terror. Nothing substantial enough to be pinned down but just enough to set the heart racing, the eyes constantly searching the shadows for hidden assassins.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 40. "Competing Forces"
The others were seated facing him so only he saw what was revealed. He took a sharp intake of breath and paled slightly.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 39. "Doing Right"
As they ran Monty, Danny and John-Joe followed. Inwardly Suzie cursed Lucy's timing. Another hour and they would be on Lilac, could leave the ship and get down to the hard business of working out what to do next.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 38. "Little Blue Lies"
He had made a promise and now she knew that it had been broken. Consequences were sure to follow but not answering her request was not an option.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: "Lost and Found"
Being cooped up on Serenity and buried up to his rutting ass in flesh eating sand wasn't his idea of a good time. The fact that it had been inert had been no comfort to him. Creepy assed Alliance experiments never ended well for those on the raggedy edge.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 36. "Not So Smooth"
As the Lady looked at the perfectly crafted marvel she detected the very slight low level hum of the mechanical insect. All it lacked were new orders.

THE DEVIL'S CRADLE: 35. "Dust to Dust"
A spark of fear ignited inside her, heart pounding. The temptation to take to her heels and run was powerful but she stopped herself with an effort. *Wode ma*, it could only mean one thing. Their pursuer had caught up with them.