This is a very sudden transition from my own bedside to a patch of sand on the other side of the island. Perhaps anyone has any notion as to what to giant ants might have thought to do with a man-sized glass cocoon?

[Those who have time to stop in the mashing of zombies and open their journals will find that a large sheet of paper has been folded into the pages. On it, traced with a hasty but deft hand, is a map of the residential area on one side, the City Without Walls on the other. It's traced from memory, but this being Huo's memory we're taking about, it' ( Read more... )

A thousand pardons for my absence these past few days, Amurui-qiánbeì, and to any other that I may have unwittingly caused concern to. I have not been entirely well, but am recovered, and shall promptly return to my work.

[Just not going to mention the whole overwork thing. Enough people are getting on his case on that already.]As for the ( Read more... )