Dragons and Color Experiments

Thankfully we only got rain and thunderstorms from outer bands of Hurricane Harvey. Quite enough to set off the nerves of anyone who lived through Ivan, I assure you. So… mostly just have some random thoughts.

Sweeten Ch4 bit – Apprentices

Suzuki’s little contraption couldn’t make that much ice yet; what there was had gone to keeping some of the more perishable meat and greens fresh, and cool drinks for the elderly and very young in the summer heat. Right now Hozumi was probably hovering over the steamsmith’s shoulder to get her own chilled water. Good for her.

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Post-NaNo Update: Numbered

…Well, not yet. But the LCCN has been ordered! So the paperwork, filing stuff with the Library of Congress, etc., has begun.

Sweeten Ch4 bit – People-Watching

Smells good. Sitting on one corner of his bunk, shifting his feet so various small chattering groups didn’t step on them, Ikoma breathed in the warmth of stewed meat, sweet potato, and whatever strange herbs people had found. A little odd, but good.

Post-NaNo Update: Give Me Proof

I’ve ordered the proof copy of Seeds of Blood. Mind, it’s still going to be at least 2 weeks, more like 3, before I can publish. There are reasons for that.

Sweeten Ch3 bit – Options

“We can kill the Kabane,” Dogen said, half to himself. Shook his head, and narrowed his eyes at Ayame. “But Aragane fell.”

Earring Tales: Tropical Sunset

Less complicated, but hopefully pretty. 🙂

Sweeten Ch3 bit – More Dakka

“We could have been killed!”

At least he waited until we cleared all the cars, Kurusu thought wryly, standing strict and proper at Ayame’s shoulder. For this, Dogen had brought two of his own bushi, Naokata and Doshun, into the locomotive conference room. Meaning Ayame needed to be as fiercely and politely supported.

Earring Tales: Mermaid Scales

I did say I was up to something complicated. 😉

Sweeten Ch3 bit – Fast vs. Slow

Uryuu scowled, and crossed his arms. “…We’re not going to hurt the little mosquito. Okay? Even if she does bug the heck out of us.”

Ikoma raised a skeptical brow. These were Hunters. If anyone on the Koutetsujou stood a chance of taking a Kabaneri down, they were the ones.