The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, Chapter 8
Chapter 8 of The Night Is A Harsh Mistress is up, in which Rachel might, possibly, find a love interest…
Continue reading →Chapter 8 of The Night Is A Harsh Mistress is up, in which Rachel might, possibly, find a love interest…
Continue reading →Thursday 13 – 150th Edition: 06/19/2008 13 Things I Am Grateful ForNote: these are listed in no particular order. 1. My health 2. My spouse 3. My home 4. My puppy dog 5. My kitten, Belii and Marina 6. My … Continue reading →
My Thursday Thirteen… 13 Things In My Workspace1 – Eden’s pouch for coasters. Just needs a tassel on the drawstring. 2 – Knitting books for reference, including Last-Minute Knitted Gifts, the source for Eden’s pouch; and Handknit Holidays, the source … Continue reading →
Phylar looked back at the slumbering form in the bed. Jonesh curled around the pillows, her long black curls askew across the sheets. Phylar slipped the keys from the table and shrugged into his robe. He took one final look … Continue reading →
Wedding Day“Hold still!” “I’m trying!” “Just do it!” Your skin glows when you’re irritated. It’s cute. I struggle not to smile, but you sigh with exasperation and put your hand down, the eyeliner cocked like a pen. “Lauren, will you … Continue reading →
What Is It?Brother Guillermo locked the store room door, the iron key cold in his hands. A branch snapped behind him and he turned. His heart pounded against his chest but he saw nothing moving. Twilight oozed through the trees … Continue reading →
I sat down at an unoccupied stool and ordered an ale and some stew. It came hot and thick with turnips and spices and a slab of bread thick enough to build with. I sighed deeply. It had been a … Continue reading →
The twilight softened the house into shadows, the lights within not illuminating so much as providing beacons. Molly walked toward the front door, hitching her backpack more comfortably. Her muscles ached from track practice. She opened the front door, the … Continue reading →
The Martian Babies “Xaxon, you space hound! How have you been?” The hail came from behind Xaxon Broxes and he turned. “Javnon Pequent?” Xaxon blurted. “Is that really you?” Javnon strode up, his lemon-yellow ship-knits clashing horribly with his shock … Continue reading →
Succession Tik-tik shivered and ruffled his fur in a wave from his whiskers to his tail. He sneezed. Rain again. Four suns of the stuff! He started forward again and stepped through a patch of dead leaves into yet another … Continue reading →