And I knew too well the loneliness that clamps around one’s heart when loved ones have passed on before. To have that companionship, the comfort of someone being at home for you for years, and then su...
What? You didn’t even let me finish my first sentence!
This guy is pretty slick, Atticus. What else do you think he has in his pockets? Maybe a thick salami for me?> I almost dropped the goblets. Gods, Oberon, it’s a good thing no one can hear you. It’s n...
There’s no damsel with a tragic history in there? With a name like the Three Craftsmen, they each should build something awesome for a beautiful princess to try to win her favor and then two of them w...
The nice bit about living in urban America is that people tend to either ignore eccentrics or move to the suburbs to escape them.
The bog was already bigger than a king’s ego and at night darker and more dangerous than a badger’s arsehole—ye just really didn’t want to be pokin
Why aren't you on the coast? he said, making it sound like an accusation.Because I have new mulch for the garden to help us all grow.He snorted in disbelief. Doubtful. You are a dormant seed.I'd been...
When in doubt, know your way out, I always say. I thought you always said, ‘When in doubt, blame the dark elves.’ Well, yeah, that too.
War always takes your life. Sometimes it’s just not all at once.
The function of assholes in the world, just like the asshole we all have, is to spread shit around. They are loathsome and dirty and smell extraordinarily bad, but they are also vitally necessary.
The Celtic ideal for clothing was that it had to be easy to move in if you needed to fight and easy to take off if you wanted a quickie.
Thank the Gods Below for paranoia. I classified it as a survival skill rather than a neurotic condition.
Strange how we unconsciously steer ourselves into new spectacular mistakes while trying to avoid repeating our past failures.
Oberon one day Atticus was amazed to discover that when Jupiter said As you wish, what he really meant was I love you.
Oberon Atticus Gods below, I think you're right. Quick, to the Geekmobile!
Now, I know I am not a craftsmen... but greatness is in the act of creation and not necessarily in the finished product. Creating is the yin to the yang of our consumption and the doorway to beauty th...
Leif, you spooky bastard, how the hell are ya?
I’m just thinking about how our causes have trouble seeing their effects until it’s too late to do anything but mourn them.
It is by degrees of love that we wither or blossom—and I suspect that this holds true in both the giving and receiving.
I quietly cast camouflage on myself, which is the nearest I can come to invisibility. It binds my pigment to my surroundings, so that I become practically invisible when I remain still. People can see...
