Did some idea-tossing with my betas, particularly Kryal, and here’s a thought for all of you wondering about Yamagata: The Valdemar jump was not his plan.
It was Katsura’s plan. Continue reading
Did some idea-tossing with my betas, particularly Kryal, and here’s a thought for all of you wondering about Yamagata: The Valdemar jump was not his plan.
It was Katsura’s plan. Continue reading
Power filtered into the drowsing girl, trickling into young channels like raindrops in sand. A gentle, steady flow, that went on… and on….
And stopped. Continue reading
Has nothing to do with Ham To Ham Combat. Hopefully.
Ahem. I find that combat scenes are, wordcount wise, relatively short. Continue reading
:Selenay-:
Sejanes listened to a murmur of speech too low to be heard. Caught the quick strides of the queen and her bodyguards coming his way, and carefully straightened his robes. Grimaced at a stray spot of ink on one cuff. Herald-Captain, if Himura and I can’t keep her safe, no one can.
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*Facepalm* And I don’t even plan to do anything in the Nura fandom….
Long story short, part of the Drama in the anime and manga of Nura: Rise of the Youkai Clan is who Rikuo will pick as his romantic interest, Continue reading
“Sounds damn useful.” Kerowyn’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” Kamiya started.
“Magic has a price,” the captain said levelly. “Anything that strong has to have a hell of one.” Continue reading
…No, not the ever-popular, “I will not maim anyone interrupting my writing time today, no matter how much they deserve it.” I’m talking more along the lines of sacred utterances. AKA research, more research…. Continue reading
“People see what they expect to see, Herald-Captain,” the hitokiri answered simply. “Especially if one has the skill to blur one’s ki. As I do.”
“In the middle of a fight?” Kerowyn gave him a skeptical glance. Continue reading
When in doubt about part of a final battle, throw in stuff blowing up. Or catching on fire. It works for Hollywood. Continue reading
“Lord Yamagata.” And someone must have been schooling the queen, for her bow was perfect to the hair; just a fraction shallower than his, as appropriate to her higher rank as the sternness of her face. Yet even so, blue eyes glimmered with humor as she reclaimed her chair. “I hear you’ve brought us a… small problem.” Continue reading