Chapter X - A Brief History of Paranormal Cosmetology
The next morning I rose very early and shook the invalid odalisque awake before I'd even finished tying my turban...
Chapter IX - Alternative Medicine
Whether you're a pirate or a pasha, or just a humble slave trader and aspiring evil vizier, when you see a zombie odalisque clawing at your window, your first impulse is...
Chapter VIII - Odalisque Autopsy
The first thing we heard was a dying woman’s scream. To be greeted thus when approaching a medical practice is, in conventional circumstances, a very poor sign indeed.
Chapter VII - Slaver on Holiday
I woke to a fine, bright morning, and lingered in bed watching sunlight filter through my thin curtains, contemplating the beautiful rugs on my walls, and idly plotting to win the sultan's confidence, become his evil vizier, and gain de facto control of his almost endless empire.