You ever heard of Narua?

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The basilec isn't one of those every-note-perfect, every-modulation-precise singers you may have seen in courts around the world. There's nothing elegant about his style of singing. He just throws back his head and lets the song bellow out from somewhere deep in his chest, like a volcano just bellows out ash and smoke and lava or a wind fountain ( Read more... )

After nearly a week in negotiation, I extracted a promise from the lóngs--they would not only let me go from their table but also help me find a back door to sneak into my city. Naturally, once I was in there, I'd be on my own--no self-respecting lóng ever leaves the Lóngjia for long*, as the Lóngjia is a veritable paradaise for their kind--and so ( Read more... )

I was mugged by an alley once.

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