“Wen healers have techniques we don’t – ways to knock a person in terrible pain out, apparently without doing harm. Rikard wouldn’t have survived the ride to Haven if he’d kept thrashing.” Continue reading
Month: January 2022
Worldbuilding: Fruits, Nuts, & Flakes
No, not the denizens of California. Though a lot of fruits and nuts have been grown there since the 1800s. I’m talking about local and not so local cuisine. What’s available in the supermarkets today is vastly different from what was available two hundred Continue reading
A Long Road Chapter 13 Ficbit – Sensible
Talia’s read the histories. But I imagine no one’s talked about it. It… hurts too much. “I don’t know all Alberich did; I was too busy killing Tedrels to stay alive, and then trying to Heal anyone I could. But he and Kantor held their post, kept Selenay alive, when I know – gods, I know! – they wanted to charge into the fray right after our King. Continue reading
On Writing: Moral Foundations
Writing is best when you write about something that matters to you. It could be current events; today’s politics have plenty of fodder for snark and soapboxing. It could be the history of the first importation of peaches to England from China. Continue reading
A Long Road Chapter 13 Ficbit – Healthy Boundaries
Talia blinked, forcing wide-eyed alarm back to deliberate calm. “And what do you mean, Lan Wangji doesn’t respect him? They’re lifebonded!” Continue reading
A Long Road Chapter 13 Ficbit – Trouble
:You really think Kero’s going to spend all night looking for them, Alberich?: Crathach followed Talia and Dirk into their quarters and a hail of six-year-old questions, Continue reading
Earring Tales: Dawn Jam
I wanted not-blue, and dawn colors.
Earring Tales: Winter Sky
These are pretty much the same colors as my Indigo Ice earrings, just a different design.
A Long Road Chapter 12 Now Up on AO3
All of A Long Road Chapter 12, Garden Flowers Larger, is now up on Archive of Our Own. Continue reading
A Long Road Chapter 12 Ficbit – Reason For Insomnia
There are evil ghosts who hate Heralds. Ice skittered down her spine. I don’t think I’ll sleep well tonight. Continue reading