For reasons beyond my comprehension, the local news has a tropical fishtank in their newsroom and as part of their end credits. Among several other denizens is a purple starfish. Not sure how big it is, but based on other creatures in the tank… maybe hand-sized? Maybe. Continue reading
Agil kept the urge to panic locked down tight; if any of them had the chance to make it out of here, he had to keep his head and run the raid. So far the plan had… worked wasn’t the word he was looking for, not with a field boss with a purple icon soaring up out of the flames. Continue reading
For one instant, the darkness went purple-white; lightning striking from Argo’s fingers to the thorax of a black-faced, horribly humanoid shape.
<<Pollista the Psiwasp Queen.>> Continue reading
I freely admit to being drawn to certain types of worldbuilding in the fiction I read. Sucker Buttons, you might call them. One of my main ones is settings where the worldbuilding plausibly, consistently, references historical and natural reality. Continue reading
Well, Dynamm thought, trying to ignore the literal squirming in his gut, the good news is, I found the Lignum Wood. Continue reading
Photographing earrings made with silk-finish beads has variable results. For example, here’s a pair I just got photographed: Santa Rosa Island Sunrise.
“You’re sure you can bring both of us with you?” Klein kept his voice low, even as the start of Agil’s frontal assault on the entrance raised a buzzing, clanging cacophony. Argo’s spell-buff had let all three of them leap onto the concrete-hard side of the nest, touching down on the gray-and-oily-black surface as close to the nest’s captives as possible. Continue reading
“Hey, everyone.” Argo’s voice carried up the path; half teasing, half serious. “Room for one more?”
Kirito straightened, seeing the tall redhead stalking behind the information dealer, emerald cobras ducking in and out of her hair. “Lady Stheno!” Continue reading