Wanted to get the effect of tourmaline slices.
The same 8 colors are used in each pentagon; I just moved each color “in” one set of rows as I made the individual pentagons. Continue reading
Wanted to get the effect of tourmaline slices.
The same 8 colors are used in each pentagon; I just moved each color “in” one set of rows as I made the individual pentagons. Continue reading
Pullman hadn’t been wrong, Domingo saw, hard on Bradley’s heels; there was the patch of tarry roof in the picture. And in the middle of it….
That’s steel. Melted steel. Continue reading
Pretty, fresh, and edible.
…No, that’s not the zombies’ opinion of college co-eds. We’re talking about daylilies. Continue reading
Sunlight was pouring into the stairwell above, between the bunk floor and the way up to the roof. Through a bear-sized hole knocked clear through solid brick.
Fire Marshal Bradley’s jaw worked. “…The hell?” he managed at last. Continue reading
Hanuman watched Rama leap toward the demon king, and felt the fur stand up on the back of his neck. This is going to be very. Very. Messy. Continue reading
Gold eyes stared at Maria, intent. “Are these the same guys you got away from before?”
Maria paled, and looked away. Continue reading
When I finish this woman, my brother, you die first, Ravana vowed.
Damn Vibhishana. Damn him for making this an even fight. Continue reading
Splash.
Aladdin coughed, head aching and queasy as if he’d overdone it at a Maharagan. Only wherever they were smelled like mold and cement; not a trace of tropical flowers or sea breezes to ease his stomach. And there was a bony shoulder digging into his side. “Oooow….” Continue reading
….The pinkness. Paimon!
I found some shimmery pink crystals at Hobby Lobby, of all places, and knew I had what I wanted for a pair of Paimon earrings. 🙂 Our Djinn Are Different, indeed.
…Yes, I like fluffy feathers, even if Hakuei needs a bit of a reality check. (Though nobody deserves what’s happened to her in current manga canon. Gah.)
But still. Feathers, wind, and Hakuei is definitely brave, I’ll give her that. So here’s the pinks and gold and pale pinks I thought fit. 🙂
Alan gripped a rough patch of bark where some crazy gymnastic sugarer must have tried to tap the tree years back; blinking, as if that would clear his head. He didn’t like fighting, no Ryans did, he’d always run if he had the chance-
“I love trouble,” a ghostly voice chuckled in memory. “And if I love it, you love it….” Continue reading