Inspired by this image on Tempest in a Teapot, a photo blog by Prospero’s Daughter. (This is a copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.) Plus a tip of the hat to Julie Czerneda and Cheryl D.
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Brian had been looking forward to the World Fantasy Convention for weeks. The thrill of walking into the bustling, cavernous lobby at the Madison Concourse was immediately eclipsed by the thrill of a brief glimpse of one of his favorite authors, similarly arriving. He stopped dead in his tracks, registration desk forgotten, and looked around, trying to see into and through and over the crowd, to see what other authors he could find.
Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Peace. That’s what Judy needed most, now. The funeral, the pain, the grief-stricken relatives, all that was behind her. Ahead of her was the need to find a new way of being, of going on after everything had changed.
(We interrupt our daily momento to bring you a political rant.)
I think I’m having a Fitzgasm.
Cheney Adviser Indicted in CIA Leak Probe
A federal grand jury today indicted Vice President Cheney’s chief of staff, I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, after a two-year investigation into the leak of a CIA agent’s identity …
Inspired by this image on Tempest in a Teapot, a photo blog by Prospero’s Daughter. (This is a copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Inspired by this image on Tempest in a Teapot, a photo blog by Prospero’s Daughter. (This is a copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Qwerty was saddened to see that the vine was dying. Of course, his name wasn’t really Qwerty, that was just as close as his hosts could come to pronouncing his name. And, “saddened” didn’t have precisely the same meaning as “uzlt,” which lacked the unhappiness associated with “sadness.”
Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Precognition. That’s what the eggheads called it. Randy Jackson just called it hell. It wasn’t like he got visions of the winning lottery numbers, or a winning horse. No. His visions were all about death and destruction. It was enough to make a grown man weep – except that all of Randy’s tears had been wrung out of him years ago.
Inspired by this image on Tempest in a Teapot, a photo blog by Prospero’s Daughter. (This is a copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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“Must I go?” Mary asked.
Lord Erskine’s heart went out to his small charge. The little Queen was trying bravely not to cry. The slight trembling of her lower lip could have been due to the raw February weather – she had insisted on walking in “her” gardens on this last day before the journey to Dumbarton – but Erskine didn’t think so. The events of the past few months, and now leaving the only home she had ever known, had stolen the vivacious child he had come to love, and left this somber, troubled one in her place.
Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.) Note, this is best read after reading Mettle
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Jenna finished covering the trench for the night, then sat on the edge of the tarp to watch the sun set behind the hulks on the horizon. The colors reached into her hind-brain, affecting her far more than sunset on her own world.