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Notes from the Literary Frontline

WIP:
At first it is of no consequence: he has plummeted from the Rainbow Bridge, his supposed father has spurned his planned victory over Jotunheim, his accursed and thrice-cursed 'brother' has stolen all that he would have had, and he is cast out of the only home he has ever known. What, in all this ( Read more... )

Vessel 151-B hangs in the void between two galaxies ( Read more... )

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How The Tattooing Began

Speaking of tattoos, I need to steal some handwriting for a specific phrase. Also I'm starting work again at 9.30 on Monday morning, same place as last time. Anyone who therefore fancies dining with me after 5pm at Mamsuka on weekdays is welcome, because I intend to abuse the dicks out of that delicious place.

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Snippet Post: The Advent chronicles

Work ethic what is a work ethic.

"If I'd known it was going to be like this I'd have just fucking said yes," Tarr wheezed, and another glob of blood fell onto the concrete, splashing ( Read more... )

He is a babbler, like a brook from poems. He babbles when he's nervous, and since Paschendale robbed him of sensible fears and left him deaf in one ear and peppered with scars, and Arras scabbed him from hairline to sternum, his neuroticism is bent away from danger. Backfiring cars shake his legs but they don't unnerve him ( Read more... )

Torn between wondering why the hell anyone would be friends with me and wondering why the hell I want to be friends with anyone else since my options for conversation seem to be "I'm crazy and everything's terrible", "I'm crazy and I'm fucking amazing let me tell you how amazing I am" and "Bluh ( Read more... )

"This is what my mother warns against," Hajar said slowly, leaning against the windowframe. She rarely met his eye, rarely met anyone's, but there was always a watchfulness about her and Ben, who was informed that he spent most of his life as blinkered as a cart horse, facing nothing but the problem in front of him, was quite sure that her large, ( Read more... )

But I'm pretty pleased with this bit:

Making a monster is not like making a man.

To make most things, one must add things together. To make a man, take a boy and add time and experience, add judgement and intelligence, add heartbreak and a tempering or forging of ambition.

To make a monster, one must take things away.

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delilah 8:24 PM Christ Liza how many 'verses do we have now where now no one knows/understands the canon except us ( Read more... )