Hopefully it’s just a cold, but I’m pretty sure it’s not just allergies. [UPDATE: Well, at least it isn’t Covid. Probably some other kind of spring cold, though.]
Put me on the list of Those Who Would Destroy.
I don’t play Magic: the Gathering anymore, mind you. It’s a great game, but I just don’t have either the time, or the money to get back into it.Continue reading Put me on the list of Those Who Would Destroy.
‘Just Like That.’
Just Like That, Bonnie Raitt
03/19/2023 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Had meetings and game tonight. I was lucky to get anything done.
Down here there were more traces of the Scouts’ presence; cracks in the metal walls, floor, and ceiling had been repaired with plastic of paris. They had even sanded down the goop until it was flush with the surface, which showed dedication, in its way. There were also what were probably helpful signs on the walls, but seeing those in the dark was one level of miracles too much for even lightfolds.
It occurred to me that there were flashlights in the kits, too. It also occurred to me that neither Oft nor the Anticipant had taken theirs out. Neither told me their reasons for that, but I decided I agreed with them anyway.
“What are we looking for down here, Oft?” I asked him, quietly but without whispering. Too many things out there notice whispers. “It’d help if I know what the goal was.”
“That’s the problem, Pam. We don’t really know. All that we’re sure of is that the Scouts did things down here, far away from prying eyes like ours. Whatever those deeds were, we need to know about them — but there are so many awful possibilities. It’s best for us to have a completely open mind about it.”
The Disney HAUNTED MANSION teaser trailer.
I know, I know: it’s based on a theme park ride. The thing was, so was PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. So I can’t just assume that HAUNTED MANSION’s gonna be bad, right out the gate*. It might be fun.
*Well, at least not at first.
A new (FREE!) installment of THE BOLD MARAUDER.
New patron, new installment of my space opera serial THE BOLD MARAUDER. At some point, I’m sure I’ll have to do these weekly. At some point.
Patreon Microfiction: Soul-Red Roses.
‘Soul-Red Roses’ suggests that not every supernatural manifestation is flashy. There are other implications, but I’ll leave them as an exercise for the interested reader. No need to pound a metaphor into the ground.
Fanny Power, Sheena
03/18/2023 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Just a little ragged, Pam is getting.
It bothered me that the elevator platform went down the Dig shaft without bobbling or jerking. When you descend somewhere horrible that was used by cultists, you expect things to be slovenly, right? I kept waiting for the mechanisms to start whining or smoking, or maybe for the platform itself to turn out to be rickety and ready to collapse if you breathed on it too hard. That’s how cultist stuff generally was. People with no sense of self-preservation suck at doing maintenance. But not Scout-made gear! Oh, no! Those teenagers built things to last. I could tell how everything had been properly put together, with solid materials and no corners cut. They had done a proper job of weatherproofing, too. God help us all, somebody had worked hard on this job.
“Oft,” I ground out in the increasing gloom, “how sure are we that the Scouts are really off this planet by now?”
“Very,” he replied. “If they weren’t, we’d never have gotten this far without being challenged.”
“Lucky us and lucky them, Pam.” The rough change in his voice made me blink. I looked over, and even in the dimness I could see how he stood tall and terrible, and a piercing light was in his eyes. In contrast, the Anticipant beside him was almost a shadow herself, the colors of her robe shading smoothly into the growing dark. It was alarming. The two of them might have both been weird, but I hadn’t really seen either as capable of being dangerous before. Now they looked thoroughly ready to deal with whatever we found, down here in the pit of the Dig.
I would have been afraid, if I had for a moment thought that they were here to deal with me.
Book of the Week: COVENANTS.
Shocking, yes. And by shocking I mean No, not really. COVENANTS is certainly my Book of the Week; your mileage, as always, may vary.
Four tales of agreements! Follow along as MARIE VISITS THE CONTINENT, on a mission of delicacy, and monsters. Sally forth with Duchess Carlotta into a zombie-haunted world as she takes THE QUEST FROM CASTLE WINDERMERE. Go on a TOUR OF DUTY in the interstellar spaces between charnel worlds. And lastly, discover with our horrified narrator that, after long, long years… THE STARS ARE WRONG. Enjoy! (Four stories, fifty eight thousand words total, each with its own illustration.)