Why is this post so short? I have two reasons for you. 1. I’m going to be away the week of Thanksgiving, and am looking to manufacture enough backlog to keep you sated past that time. 2. For my birthday, … Continue reading
“Why else?” Alfhilde said. “If your fort can’t be held, you leave it.” “Do the aelfr think the ontr that dangerous?” Falthejn said. “It’s true that they knew more of the world than we do. Their maps show the deserts … Continue reading
I have, in the margin of my notebook, a little explanation of where the story is going until its end. Which is in sight. This one has taken more than a year now, which seems to be about the pace … Continue reading
Two magiker had fought here. The ground was frozen in the middle of a ripple: at a jordsmagiker’s direction, it had flowed like water. Geometric sections of rock protruded from the dirt, dotting the battlefield where the magiker had used … Continue reading
Originally, I’d intended to have this aelf fall in with our band of survivors, but on second thought, it seemed a little too implausible. The aelfr don’t have the best relationship with the human sorts.
Falthejn’s eyes snapped open. The sun had gone down. He turned to the left, where Sif had been sitting, but she was gone. He looked the other way. Sif sat, leaning against Alfhilde, eyes closed. Alfhilde had an arm around … Continue reading
Yes, thank you, I had an excellent birthday week. Now we’re back to two people holding down the fort; parvusimperator isn’t by himself over at the Fish Bowl. The last sentence or two of this post seemed apt, given that … Continue reading
I forgot to type last week’s updates because of a Steelers game, but this week is a little more excusable: today is my birthday. Your patience with me can be your gift to me. Go read something in the backlog … Continue reading
Check the Fish Bowl for two things this weekend: episode two of the Crossbox podcast, and a new contributor’s first article. Enjoy your autumn. Or your spring, I suppose, if you’re in the southern hemisphere.
It was as he’d thought. He had an ontlig counterpart, a seer of some sort who could disrupt Falthejn’s own sight. This ontling didn’t hide his tracks like a human would. Ericsdottir—she’d had the right idea, taking the western route, … Continue reading
