What is truth? I asked her, and my guide shook her head. The short plaits of her hair rippled, and the copper rings which hung therefrom clanked together with a sound like battle, persisting long after her motion stopped. That … Continue reading →
Here’s one for you. Yellow Teeth Remain Sharp, head of state of the Empire of Perfection, right? Wields the contents of the vaults of the Citadel of Rosepetals, right? Maybe the only entity in the Mother Countries with enough identity … Continue reading →
“For my next trick, I’m going to end time.” 1002′ above the Hill of Incipient Mark: two figures. Standing: a platform which hangs in the air presumably placed pasttime less-than one week. Down they look. D: verrik/sibeccai/giant mixed-stock humaniform created … Continue reading →
“For my first trick, I’m going to recreate the fertility of Xiphias Watercutter.” The target is in position, as predicted by the contractor. Penetrating the security curtain to reach this point? Trivial. Now though she stands within the range of … Continue reading →
Today’s lesson is Xoxo. Yet another squalid little tragedy out in the wilds off the Isle of Word. It’s a wonder any of those little islands are even left, given all the misery that’s been inflicted on them over the … Continue reading →
