A notable exchange in one of the Garrett, P.I. fantasy books, about half-dark elf gangster and assassin Morley Dotes: “Don’t you trust him?” Continue reading
Where is he, anyway? Continue reading
Nie Huaisang huffed, like a mother cat whose tail had been pounced on a dozen times too many. “And what am I going to tell them? Continue reading
Nie Huaisang let his gaze pan over them all. Nodded, as he and Nie Zonghui gave Lan Wangji formal bows. “Hanguang-jun. Where the chaos is, as always.” Continue reading
“The Herald-Captain can tell her forces to stand down. If Wei Wuxian wished harm to any here, there would be no doubt.” Continue reading
“He left.” Lan Wangji gripped Talia’s shoulder until she was steady, face pale; feelings pierced with grief and longing, as if some evil enchanter had turned his heart to glass, then smashed it. “He left.” Continue reading
Something for New Year’s!
He knows. Wei Wuxian felt his blood freeze, and Wen Ning twitch. He knows about– Continue reading
“Wei Wuxian is in Haven,” Talia stated, calm deep and dangerous as the river, “and we can’t find Lan Wangji.” Continue reading
I think we have too many zpocs out there.
No, seriously. If you look at the events of the past two years with any inkling of historical perspective, Continue reading