Through a bit of careful politiking* I finally managed to get a hold of a copy of Twenty Epics, which turns out to be just as fucking awesome a collection and everybody says it is (oh boy is this is rare in a field where a lot of stuff gets overhyped). I had considered writing […]
Things here at Casa de B. have been pretty sluggish as of late do in large part to the aircon situation. It’s hotter than hell here (OK, 80s and 90s, not that real feel 115 I had in Chicago last year, but hey), and we’ve just turned on the aircon today (I am not paying
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I had a dream that I was watching “the real” season/show finale of “Buffy,” and everyone was running around this enormous, dim library about as big as a 20-storey warehouse with books on all walls and this huge hanging candelabra of shelves coming down from the top and everyone was being hunted by the things
Safina ma Raj had taken a flying leap off the minaret of Aludra’s central mosque, the Hagia Sarat, three days before Nyx drove into town. Nyx got there in time for the blood arbiter’s dissemination of Safina’s possessions outside the same mosque, on the same stained stones where Safina’s body had burst like an overcooked
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