“Wait,” Ikoma protested, having given up trying to keep Kibito and Kajika from fussing with his sling. Even if the bushi was now adding a padded glove to just peep out at the end, which was absolutely ridiculous. Unless, of course, Mumei’s smirking explanation actually was meant to explain. Continue reading
My take: A little too much Idiot Ball.
I wanted to like M.H. Boroson’s book. Lots of interesting monsters, magic, an intriguing point in history. But…. Continue reading
Currently seem to be averaging about 10 words cut per page of Seeds of Blood. Doesn’t sound like a lot, Continue reading
Asuna paled. “If Aincrad is real, if the history and lore is true, then – Stheno, she-!”
“She’s killed thousands of humans.” Kirito nodded, Continue reading
Yes, I’m very fond of green.
“Once upon a time, there was a bored, evil red dragon….”
Asuna listened. And swallowed. And finally hugged herself, chilled to the bone. Continue reading
In this corner, the writer, still reeling from the last two rounds of bloody edits Continue reading
Asuna blinked, looking at the little medusa with a black-tufted blue chick in her hands. The little medusa who was a psionicist. Whoof. “That was Vincent? Continue reading
The Hunter huffed a breath. “Our deal was, you let us on board for a way out of Kongokaku. We’re out. And a lot of your bushi aren’t happy with us. What do we need to do to earn our keep to the next station?” Continue reading
“You’re missing the real treasure,” Kirito murmured behind her. “Look down.”
Blinking, Asuna did. And started, stifling her gasp with a quick hand. Continue reading