“You are to be granted provisional admission.” Anja let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and anger at Ansgar Leifsson’s incongruous displeasure and relief at the Septumvirate’s decision fought a brief battle before the latter won out. … Continue reading
Another entry wherein only one important thing happens. I am struck by how quickly this fall is flying by. It’s kind of disturbing. It feels like it was the beginning of September last week, and now it’s already October and … Continue reading
Here we are again: a weekend! If my stats page is to be believed someone is going through the archives, unless it’s my regular playing a trick on me. Supposing you’re new here, I now address myself to you. Hello! … Continue reading
“Clearly, it worked,” Alvarsson prompted. “Yes. I didn’t expect it to go as smoothly as it did,” said Eirik. “Lord Andersson’s retinue made us a camp, and I began to work. Between restoring her body and returning her spirit to … Continue reading
Over the weekend I said we might get to 1000 total hits this week. I am pleased to announce that I was completely wrong; this has been the slowest week since mid-June, and we’ll be lucky to get to 975 … Continue reading
“The beginning?” Baltasar suggested. Alvarsson was a bit more helpful. “With what you were doing to bring yourself in contact with the girl.” Eirik inclined his head a fraction. “At the request of the Guild, I was in Joarsgard for … Continue reading
As an experiment, I’m going to be doing the commentary for all of October’s posts after I do my final proofread. You can expect that some of them will be late, miscategorized, or unintelligible, and possibly all three. As for … Continue reading
It’s that time of week again! I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Rakel’s story heats up in the next entry or two, and then stays heated up until about the end of her chapter. … Continue reading
Two’s body lay disassembled on the floor, and its head sat atop a nearby crate, watching Rakel work. She sat cross-legged by Two’s knees, a shin piece and a thigh piece in her lap. Her eyes were closed, hands resting … Continue reading
The practical conjurer. I forgot to mention it, but the previous entry is the longest one that I’ve written so far.
