The thing about magic...

The Disc was a world flat as pancake, carried through the universe as the burden of four unlikely pachyderms, which stood atop an even more unlikely space turtle, A'Tuin. No one was sure who had named him. Moist had never thought to ask.

It was, in effect, chiseled out of a solid block of unstable, chaotic, unreality ( Read more... )

There was makeshift canopy stretched out over the grass by the playground. Beneath it were some chairs for grown ups. There were a lot of fruit tarts and crispy, fried rice-things and then, of course, there was one larger cake. It had a dragon on it. Not a real one, though, Errol had surprisingly little interest in cake given his intense ( Read more... )

There are, perhaps, some things best ignored by honest men. Moist, as an avid spectator of honesty, tried his best to ignore, avoid, and, with the old standard, deny any involvement with these things. Take, for instance, the book shelf. An honest man will go to the book shelf once in a while and find thrillers, moving pictures, perhaps even a ( Read more... )

Duo let out a wild cry of rageful frustration, which would have been impressive coming from such a relatively small frame anyway, but the fact that he was seated in the cockpit of a fifty foot tall robot that was wielding a twenty foot long scythe, the blade of which was alive and humming seeing how it was formed from pure, crackling green thermal ( Read more... )

Sybil couldn't help but feel slightly chagrined by the outcome of what was, seemingly, the island's Hogswatch gift to her family. The armoir was much appreciated, even if a bit poorly sized for their suite, and goodness knew the clothes inside it had been desperately welcomed- proper clothing from home, summer clothing, which would save Sybil the ( Read more... )

Everything about the day seemed a bit brighter and a bit sharper than was usual. After almost three years of days that were, mostly, just like this one, that struck Maladicta as something worth noting. The clearing was changed, the growth of trees and grasses that had replaced the damage from the hurricane moving in different directions than it ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

To say that it has been a trying week would be perhaps to not say enough. Robb has only been a father for a week, and during that time has scarcely seen his infant son, having been out with Grey Wind, and Jon and Ghost, searching the island for those who they all know now will never be found. But they have to look, they have to try, always. There ( Read more... )

"GOD! Your voice is like a jackal picking at my brain! I hate you! I hate who you are and what you do and how you sound and what you say! You're like a cancer on my life! GOD!"

If the guy on the screen didn't look the spitting image of himself Frank might have actually laughed at the absurdity of it all. Stephen Colbert sitting beside Steve Carell ( Read more... )

On the couch in the common room, Tom was sprawled out in sweatpants and a wife beater, blankets pooled around his hips and an old buddy cop movie flickering on the projector screen. He wasn't used to this, being so god awful sick. Once in the last five years, maybe, and that had been when the flu had hit him in the middle of snow storm out in the ( Read more... )