"...This would be ideal for a youngster getting his or her first taste of fantasy..."—Steve Westcott, Eternal Night

"It quickly became apparent to me that Kathryn Sullivan's strength lies in her fantasy novellas, particularly when she tackles ogres. I found myself eagerly reading those stories."—David Farnsworth, Round Table Reviews

"4/5 hearts! The characters in these stories are well drawn and likeable and the tales are quick reading and entrancing, leaving the reader wishing for more...The stories of other off-world fantasies are very enjoyable reading that takes many humorous twists as Ms. Sullivan creates creatures and characters one would just love to meet on any given day, and a few to be avoided at any cost!"—Kitty, Love Romances

…The splash of water in the sink competed with the whirring hum of the blowdryers across the bathroom. Cheryl glanced down the row of sinks to see who was using the dryers, and froze, the toothbrush halfway to her mouth.

The alien's blue and green fur was still damp from the shower. Eyes closed, and trilling softly, it stood under the directed flow of three wall blowdryers, the brush in one clawed hand fluffing its blue head fur out in the hot air. Cheryl numbly wondered how the being planned to dry its tail.

At first glance the extraterrestrial resembled either a furry dinosaur or a human-sized parrot with arms rather than wings. The strong hooked beak strengthened the parrot resemblance, as did the featherlike fur, dark blue on the head and short tail and damp green down to its bare pink feet with two black-clawed toes pointing forward and two back. The furred hand holding the spiky brush had three clawed fingers and a clawless thumb. A circle of bare, chalk-white skin surrounded each eye, giving it a masked appearance.

The blowdryers abruptly shut off, and with a whistle that was almost a sigh, the e-t opened its eyes and reached for the dryer's controls. The large dark brown eyes fastened on Cheryl, and the brush hesitated in midstroke. "Hello," the alien said.