Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
The smell of charred wood and flesh had reached his nostrils a full mile before he’d reached its source – each step closer making it impossible to not assume the worst. Corin knew the tangled, unmarked paths of the Black Jungles like he knew his own name – intimately and without effort, moving swiftly towards
Chapter One: Brief Introductions
Tashluta, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) Turtle Harbor lazily slapped against the Tashlutan docks, raising a welcome mist that splashed across Shann Tharden’s tan, unlined face. Standing in front of a small warehouse building at the end of the docks, she turned east to look towards
2003 In Review
This will have to last through Monday… 1. What did you do in 2003 that you’d never done before? Contributed $$$ to a political campaign. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Don’t generally make specific resolutions other than to be true to myself. I am
So they captured Hussein. Congratulations to the soldiers for a job well done but, in the big picture, all I can say is big whoop. The reality is that his capture will have little effect on the ongoing guerilla war in Iraq that has seen 317 American soldiers die since Bush declared an end to
Just like that, Andy Pettitte is now one of my favorite baseball players! Takes a lot to turn down the money and prestige that comes with being a Yankee, taking significantly less money to play closer to home and family. Surely he saw the writing on the wall that says the Yankees’ better days are
In solidarity with the Borders workers who are attempting to unionize, I’m unlinking my Amazon.com wish list over on the right for the time being. From workers at Borders Books in Ann Arbor: Workers at Borders Books store #1 in Ann Arbor, MI are on strike as of Saturday, November 8, at 9:00 AM. We
Nickel and Dimed; Tainos
This has felt like an unusually long week that I managed to make feel even longer by taking an early lunch. The minutes they are a’ticking slowly… I’m simultaneously reading Barbara Ehrenreich’s Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America and Irving Rouse’s The Tainos: Rise and Decline of the People Who Greeted Columbus.
OGBOGU DE HAIROUN
The stench of burning flesh made Ogbogu de Hairoun’s eyes water – salty, stinging tears of loss and terror. It took every last shred of willpower to not make a sound, to lie still amongst the carnage, to not jump up and reveal himself only to fall in a flurry of arrows and iron. To
MATEO DE ORIKENO
Mateo de Orikeno’s tall, slender body hovers several hands above the smoothly-packed dirt floor, hazel eyes focused on the pulsing ball of light in his right hand as he tells the tale. “The chief of the land of the dead thought it over for a long time,” he says. The ball of light, an effervescent
LADY BLUDWERTH
In the ten winters since she’d come to this unbearably hot island, Lady Bludwerth found herself longing for the travails of her homeland more and more often. The fact that “winters” was a definition of time that had little meaning here was only a small part of the reason. That there was a virtue in