“Wake up,” said Agent 000A.
“Hmmm? What?” said Agent 000B.
“Your loss.” 191 more words
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Time for more “Hrug’s War” WIPs again.
I’m about to block out the comic’s first “real” “military” combat action:
south of the Great Cataracts of Melondel, two ancient roads cross – one, which once connected the North of Olveare with the ancient seaside towns at the Oriador opening, and another one, which leads from Eastern Olveare right to the Cliff (note to self: need to provide a map …). 58 more words
First impressions count, or so they say... However they don’t always count for everything and sometimes can just be plain wrong. How boring would the world be if everything and everybody in it could be sized up and assayed in the twinkling of an eye. 398 more words
She had lived long enough in the south-east to know never to trust the promise of a sunny day in January.
Sure, when she had opened her eyes that morning and looked through the tumbled mess of hair that had fallen through the night across her face somehow inevitably finding its way into the corners of her mouth, she had seen the light creeping in through the blinds. 2,249 more words