White hair settled back; Ryou smiled sadly. “It’s hard sometimes, yes? Being a big brother.”
“Yeah… sometimes.” Joey shrugged. “She left the States when she was six, Ryou. Continue reading
White hair settled back; Ryou smiled sadly. “It’s hard sometimes, yes? Being a big brother.”
“Yeah… sometimes.” Joey shrugged. “She left the States when she was six, Ryou. Continue reading
I may have mentioned previously that formatting in prep to publish ties my nerves up in knots. Worse than exam nerve knots. Tunnel vision, sweating, lowered word comprehension due to sheer panic – I get it all. Continue reading
Yep, that’s Bakura, Yugi thought, feeling a rush of shadowy laughter from the Puzzle. //Yami! It’s not that funny!//
//Ah, but it is, aibou.// Amusement hugged his spirit close. //From what Tristan recalls of ages past, the tomb robber always worked alone. Continue reading
*Kthud* Book cover blurbs. Evil.
Seriously, summarizing anything is hard work. Trying to summarize enough of a plot to pique the readers’ interest, without facepalming that you’re making things too melodramatic? Eep.
But I have a rough draft for the back cover blurb of Pearl of Fire. Continue reading
Daniel traded a look with Teal’c. “Well, that’s where the carvings get a little fuzzy.”
“Unfuzz,” Jack demanded. Forcing a smile as a bunch of bewildered collectors tramped by, folders of cards in hand. Continue reading
Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! Almost unconsciously, Jack stepped between Daniel and the not-so-innocent teenager. In one breath Bakura had gone from shy and shifty to dangerous, blatantly enough that Sam flinched, and even stoic Teal’c stiffened. Continue reading
A few more fics moved to Archive of Our Own, and some thoughts on first-season Castlevania. First, the fics. Continue reading
“Lost?” Sam’s eyes widened.
“They’re not here,” Jack said flatly. “But he is. This is not good.” He listened as the room volume picked up by wary degrees.
“…World champion….”
“…Hear about the Battle City tournament?…”
“…Finalists on top of a blimp at ten thousand feet!…” Continue reading
Keep an eye on Bakura, Jack told Teal’c with a glance. Anyone who’d in one blink measured SG-1 up, decided they were dangerous as a loose vial of nitroglycerin, and played the “innocent kid running into Dad’s old friend” card to the hilt, was trouble on two feet. Continue reading
Slower because some are multi-chapter, but here’s some more. 🙂 Continue reading