A 'Drabble' The Tull Desert was neutral territory; the rebels knew its every rock. Fing felt comfortable enough meeting there, especially as his forces were holding Prince Quorda hostage back in Phemmerr. Feiveen and his men were already waiting. "Name your price, rebel," he declared, shattered. "We demand full independence from Kuvuk." "So be it.… Continue reading A dozen beauties
My wife flew abroad for work this week so I was on full-time parents duty (as I sit here writing this, I feel particularly exhausted). She left on Sunday afternoon, and she's finally back home, as of an hour or so ago (in time for Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath, which begins at sunset on Friday).… Continue reading Six going on… sixteen?