An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre? Hernewhether in bedde or in feeld do ye meet, Flidais awaiteth your limbes to greet. Atticus
We banked around until we found a rainbow in the dark. It was on this occasion that I discovered that Granuaile had never heard of Ronnie James Dio. My shock at this news was such that I almost comple...
He says as he drops it by me side again. I can't help but chuckle at that. Ye know how to train humans already, don't ye?
Oberon asked me. After my bathtime story, he wanted to be the Genghis Khan of dogs. He wanted a harem full of French poodles, all of whom were named either Fifi or Bambi. It was an amusing habit of hi...
Hordes, not whores. He had both, though, now that you mention it. You have no idea.
Excellent plan. Atticus out.
No, she knows you're here. She can see through the camouflage. But I think she's hiding something from me, and I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.Never mind. Just listen. Once she drinks the tea,...
Paranoia was my standard operating procedure.
Yes, but even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Witches and I generally don't get along. Druids look at the tapestry of nature and try to make sure the weave of it remains strong, reinforcing the binding amongst all living things and sewing up the...
Why am I here? Wukong chuckles, throwing his head back in unrestrained glee. A philosophical question! The answer is simple: to learn and to grow. No, I mean, why am I here right now? The Buddha cocks...
Sometimes you simply need to say thank you to someone, to be grateful for the road behind and the road ahead and the place you’re at, and gods are very good at accepting those feelings. And for all th...
On a Creep Scale from Hello Kitty to Cthulhu, I award it a Freddy Krueger.
I do not see a path I can walk on the earth that is not strewn with beauty and horror in equal measure. My road ahead is poetry and blood, and after today, I know I’m prepared to walk it.
But sometimes we do things that make no sense except in some arcane calculus hidden in our emotions.
I still didn’t know quite what the witches were capable of. The threshold could be booby-trapped or enchanted. I could be walking into a cage fight with a demon. Hell, she could open the door with a G...