Boa, having recently become relatively acquainted with a peculiar piece of technology called 'PIRCH', which is used as an IRC (or so her typist informs her), would now like to know what to do with it and why, in fact, it is - may we say - useful.

She has used it as an ear trumpet, a telescope, a voice amplifier, and, when it proved to be none of ( Read more... )

A girl on the verge of blossoming into womanhood crosses over to the window and looks out. The forests of Scoriae can be seen.  Her forests of Scoriae... although she would never consciously call them hers as though she could own them. It is an uncommonly cold autumn, and snow is already falling, coating the trees in what looks like icing sugar. ( Read more... )

I had the strangest fantasy today. There I was, staring absentmindedly at my portrait (the one painted when I was young - it remains, to this day, one of my favourites) and I flashed into the most peculiar situation...

I was sharing someone else's body. A girl named Candy Quackenbush. She was from the Hereafter, which is odd because the Sea of ( Read more... )

I can't help but feeling incredibly responsible for all of this.

Yes.

I know what you're all saying... Candy Quackenbush, you are responsible for this.  If you hadn't followed the John brothers into the Sea of Izabella, none of this would have happened.  Yes, I understand all of that.  But honestly, I didn't expect to make such an impact.  It was ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to regret almost-marrying Finnegan.  Yes, I loved him with all my heart, and I still do - but dying on my wedding day was not something I had planned.  In fact, I really should have really thought about the consequences for a little longer than - oh, say - five seconds before trying on my wedding gown.

Finnegan Hobb - Adorable, brave, ( Read more... )