Every heart holds answers the mind cannot see.

I have Opened the Way. Papaver and psilocybin are my guides. Mana screams in my veins. Music thunders through my bones. And the answer is just beyond my grasp.

I know it's out there. Deep in the wilderness, deep inside me. Living days all at once. A singularity of time and space. The forest opens before ( Read more... )

You hate all my friends.

Kae's words, not mine. Not true. I've mulled this over time and again, and most of those I've met, I've liked; it's every bit as inaccurate as saying that I disliked most of the female Couriers.

But all the ones I like, he's losing-

The man I'm waiting for is not Kae's friend.

World's End Tavern is as close to true neutral ( Read more... )

Today I am one hundred ten ( Read more... )

Khaavren's been up all night. Seems we can measure his anxiety by the amount of work he's done in the meantime. His way of making himself feel he's still useful I suppose. We awake to a feast, a three-course breakfast. Something's eating him. Little surprise; it was a rough night even without lack of sleep.

Have to say, though, I love the way ( Read more... )

These are not a surgeon's hands. They are neither soft nor smooth, nor delicate.

These hands are a callused craquelure of scars, the marks of countless thorns and fangs, from the tiniest pearlescent pock-marks of spider bites to the line marking where my thumb once dangled by a mere strip of skin.
( These are not a surgeon's hands but.... )

Likes & Dislikes Questions

1. What hobbies do you have? Fishing, cooking, pharmaceutical research and development ((read: DRUGS)), getting hopped up on hallucinogenic stimulants and going into the deep woods for a week to hunt game with a giant cat or wolf companion.

2. Who is your closest mundane friend? Describe them and how you ( Read more... )

He didn't come home last night.

It is best left to the imagination how he spent the majority of the night: what or whom his quarry was, how many he killed, how long it took them to die.

Annoyance had led him to walk away as it's done so many times before. He remained unharried as always. And in the midst of venting his frustrations in manners ( Read more... )

Part five of Slide Rule is so long I've split it up into two entries for ease of reading. 9_6

5.
For a place of tragedy and warfare, the upper ruins of Lordaeron contain some reasonably intact property, and those houses clean up nicely. My new quarters may never have the grace or flare of elven architecture, nor could all the festooning in the ( Read more... )