Oh wow, sorry, I left this at a mini-cliffhanger, didn't I? I've been writing! I just forgot to post. =P So here's the next part, which is another mini-cliff, but an entirely predictable one all the same. Slowest story build ever ( Read more... )

Feng was leaning forward, ears pricked up in mild curiosity. “An insignia ( Read more... )

The promised snow didn’t disappoint; before Ren sought his own bed for the night it was coming down thick and heavy, not the light dusting of the day before but a steady blanket that covered the whole of the Frostfall way station. Ren shook it off his cloak and out of his fur, banked the fire in his tent hut for a steady burn, and fell asleep to ( Read more... )

Huang had drawn the evening watch, a dark shadow on the look-out platform where his sable fur rendered him almost invisible. Tall and intimidating in looks, Huang’s temperament was anything but, and he was happy to describe the signal that had alerted them that morning as “a stream of light” that had arched out over the peaks. “A spell of some sort ( Read more... )

(Thank you to everyone who takes time to read this. <3 For everyone else, trust me, I'm trying to write this so anyone can read it, not just WoW players. It should read like an orig fic, really.)By the time Ren had found the tea amidst the myriad colored canisters of dried herbs and remedies stored in the back of the large tent Mei Fan had already ( Read more... )

Nanowrimo Update, Day 4:
4225 / 50,000 (which means I'm 2443 words behind, but I have gotten at least 500 written a day and am trying to catch up in slow spurts, not all at once.)

Actual Total (estimated goal):17,050 / 70,000 (wooooo!) chapter 3 of 16 ( Read more... )

Oh, Blizz. I want to hate you, you destroyed most of the favorite parts of my favorite game. But then you turn around and do things like give me pandaria pets for brewfest, and lots of halloween garrison decorations, and a Pepe plushie and Pepe costumes in game. Dammit, you are making me CONFLICTED. >__< (either that, or I'm easily bought with cute ( Read more... )

7752 / 50000 words. 16%

Random Excerpt:

There were hands at his throat, fingers hooked beneath his collar strut where it would not only hurt like the Pit to wrench free but could crack and limit mobility as well. *No wings, ground frame,* flashed through his processor, based solely on the sound and feel of the mech. The most common ground frame ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm crazy.

(actually, I just want the Scrivener discount. And I've got two big bangs and an epic original novel that thinks it might actually be finished brain gestating at this point. Oh, and a week off of work in mid month. This is my "relaxing" hobby. =P)