J. Comer ( Read more... )

Everyone lives in a snaky twisting cramped space bursting with machinery and piled to the ceiling with heaps of equipment, clothing, bedding, dried and preserved food, rats, hydroponics tanks, potted plants, hamster habitrail, computers, and control panels no one understands.  Everyone's always lived there.  There are seventy-one people in the ( Read more... )

Kill her? Against all he stood for.  He reached to choke her and she struck him under the ribs with her fist.  He gasped for air and she reached for a walking-stick, or something, and swiped at him, screaming.  His arm came up in a block-THWACK!
He’d bruise there, and painfully, but he-

Agitation in the darkened house, male voices.  He decided, ( Read more... )

Kill her? Against all he stood for.  He reached to choke her and she struck him under the ribs with her fist.  He gasped for air and she reached for a walking-stick, or something, and swiped at him, screaming.  His arm came up in a block-THWACK!
He’d bruise there, and painfully, but he-

Agitation in the darkened house, male voices.  He decided, ( Read more... )

I was dreaming about going to the UK with my dad, which never happened ( Read more... )

It's the late nineteenth century in the Yukon, in the world of Soldier's Coat.A pimp fights, gets hit on the head, knifes the other guy, for his whores.  He wants to take two up river to the gold mines of the headwaters of the Porcupine.  Blurred vision and confusion blind him to the fact that the girls nominate two cross-dressers to go, since the ( Read more... )

Sister Kozath send a message to the post where Vellalt is.  Kethath carries it, Hilojat's assistant.  The enemy capture the messenger but can't read the Rhuthuok message.   The messenger is threatened with torture but escapes when artillery attack, and gets to Vellalt, who reads the message.

Red Root ( Read more... )

Story idea: a world sorta like our own a couple centuries back. We have working magic, much lost. Our hero is a magical etymologist, Samuel Johnson, Sir William Jones or Heyse working for some publisher who wants more and more Words of Magic(k?). He roams the countryside seeking those who might (or might not) know the Words, and encounters weird ( Read more... )