By popular request (well, by vague hint of interest from a couple of people who are really very popular with me), I thought I would take this opportunity (and my new scanner) to post up a map of the urverse. 645 more words
Tags » The Book Of Pinian
Ugh, it’s another day when I just have nothing.
I’ve got a few more dwindling days before my holiday starts. I say “holiday”, of course, but only whatever time I take off in the week leading up to the 28th of February will be a “holiday”, and I’ll probably be working and finishing stuff off in that time. 302 more words
Ash insisted on finishing the bottle before they left the bar. Ariel drove her back to Tumblehedge in the brilliant turquoise Margliotta she’d nicknamed ‘Thursday’ because for the first couple of months she’d only seemed to drive it on Thursdays. 1,543 more words
Ariel entered the bar the way she entered any room, which was approximately the way a fairy godmother entered a narrative. She was suddenly there, and everyone’s personal universes subtly shifted to allow for the fact that she must have always existed even if they hadn’t been aware of it before, subconsciously acknowledging that something powerful and sort of unfair had just changed the rules by which they lived, changed their lives so they would never be the same again and yet nobody minded because bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. 1,402 more words