2nd editing run: Done! An unsuspected major snarl in text fixed.
Still need to do: Check over various artists whose work I’ve looked at, find/ commission cover art.
4 more editing sweeps.
2 snarls in text to fix.
I suspect more editing work will probably have to wait until after NaNo. *G*
This was an experiment with tiny bugles, to see if they’d work as an earring base as well as the 12-mm ones I normally use. They were a little more persnickety to handle getting the base sewed together – smaller beads, less to grip – but otherwise they worked rather well.
Outside of that I just played with various shades of green, with bronze iris beads as an accent. End result: a little chunkier than I would have liked as an earring, but I do like the combination of greens. Seed beads definitely seem to make less jagged drops than Delicas, unless you get lucky.
“Mr. Zvezdil… Ja’far. Aladdin, when he called, you looked like you knew him-”
“I do!” The magi brightened. “That’s why I’m not worried. He’s fine in a dungeon. Simon will be fine too.”
Fine in a dungeon. “Does he read Tran?” Alan asked.
“What difference does that make?” Tiburon frowned. “We just need to pick the right tunnel to get farther on, right?”
I’m going to be up-front and say this whole series by P. M. Griffin falls under my “comfort reads”. When the world is determined to be annoying, aggravating, or evil, there are certain books I pull out to feel better. Star Commandoes makes that list.
(That bunch of books also includes Tanya Huff’s Smoke series, Sandy Mitchell’s Ciaphas Cain stories, and Charlotte MacLeod’s Peter Shandy mysteries. Make of that what you will.)
There are both magical and mundane reasons for this.
He reached out, not quite touching polished brass, to be certain he had where the text started. One symbol off, and Tran could throw you. “I drink the breath of men, and drown their hopes. I am a perilous passage. Who gains by seeking me?”
“Oh no,” Tiburon said wryly, eyeing the edge of his sword for nicks. “That’s not ominous.”
Moving on to the not-Anubis, Alan had to grin. “Don’t worry, it gets worse. Continue reading
Knight of Shadows, by Tony Venables. I wanted to like this book. I really did. It has all kinds of things I do like in it: historical fantasy, new twist on an old story, unexpected inventions, great description. Even the protagonist seems like he could have been a half-decent jaded Anti-Hero.
The problem is, the historical detail – the worst, scummiest, most disgusting historical detail – never stops. Continue reading