My mount is about an acre across from wingtip to wingtip ( Read more... )

It was the flying cars that drove the buildings upwards ( Read more... )

Neon wings with soft edges take me out over my kingdom. The sigils of my office glow orange off the tips of my outstretched arms. The blue wings and glowing sigils are glamours cast to light up the dark and make me visible to air traffic. I need no registered flight plan. Woe betide anyone who disturbs the path of my nightly sojourn ( Read more... )

2006-04-28 ( Read more... )