Current spaghetti plots have Subtropical Storm Alberto headed in this direction, meaning internet access may be spotty or nonexistent Monday and Tuesday. Hard to say.
“What did you do?”
Elegant eyes narrowed. Continue reading
Naminé gave him a look that should have scorched him to the bone. But she pressed her lips together, glancing up at Tseng.
The Turk leader raised an eyebrow, then met Vincent’s gaze. “The young lady had an interesting request.” Continue reading
Hmm. I think I should have used more green and less purple.
…If you thought you heard the sound of splintering balsa wood, shattering sugar-glass, and crashing cheap crockery, you’re likely not wrong. Continue reading
“I thought he was Death.” Ryan looked back up. “But you can’t kill Death.”
“Nah. Death is this cool Goth chick with an ankh. Or sometimes a bunch of idiot samurai Continue reading
I, er, thought this would be a good idea?