Nasty weather’s heading this way and plans to stick around a while, so I’ll keep this brief. One thing I do like in a setting, especially anime but any setting, is attention to details. Two things that really show those off are… heh. Weather, and glasses. Continue reading
Swift as her snakes, Stheno pounced.
Kirito trembled in her arms. Resistance to poison wasn’t immunity. He knew what her cobras could do. Continue reading
I’ll be upfront about it: I have a sucker button for fantasy biology.
“I left the clearers. I couldn’t look at them…. The Black Cats didn’t know what I’d done. They just needed another swordsman.”
“Another – they didn’t know you were a sorcerer?” Stheno demanded, aghast. “Why? How could you even hide it?” Continue reading
One of the interesting things about folktales is that there are plenty of contests that aren’t physical fights. Which is, in fact, part of what I’m working on in the latest trouble spot in Seeds of Blood. Continue reading
“Aunt Stheno.” A bare whisper. “It’s a – it feels like-”
“Shh.” Stheno crouched to block the youth from Yui’s sight. Continue reading
And sometimes the bunnies get ambitious.
