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She stood up like they hadn’t just been negotiating his life and held out her hand. “Okay, I don’t know much about Kept but I do know simple things like you need touch from your Keeper.”
He put his hand in hers and tried to hide his expression. Expressions. All of the feelings that wanted to move across his face, none of them really helpful in this situation and almost all of them involving the word confused. Continue reading
Reminds me of…(written for Patreon)
Four-storey London mansion hidden almost entirely underground
The First 1/3 of April on Patreon
This month’s theme is
Libraries and Librarians
Things marked with a * are free for everyone to read.
The Expectant Wood: Chapter 21: Worlds of Differences
Portal Bound – a beginning
A Last Conlang Word going in to April *
Cloverleaf’s Library *
Reminds me of… Dragons Next Door *
The Weather, it is a-changin’ *
Protected: 101 Apocalypse Nights, VI
Beauty-Beast 33: Wine and Breakfast
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Morning found him curled against Timaios and not wanting to move, to open his eyes, or to think.
He nuzzled closer to his Owner, breathing in the sandy scent of him. “Like a Riesling,” he muttered, and then froze, blushing.
There was a hand in his hair and the chest under him was shaking lightly in laughter. “Sandy, mmm? That’s a nice way to put that. Thank you, Ctirad.”
“Sir?” He didn’t move, didn’t peek up at his Owner, but the urge was there. Continue reading
Cloverleaf’s Library (written for Patreon)
This is a description I wrote up for the Cloverleaf MUX Cal & I are working on, although it’s, uh, a little long and doesn’t even get you very far into the library. But here it is!
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Hummingbird and Roosevelt (the intersection of its address)
Sitting just off of Main street in Tinco Circle, the library is a monument to Greek Revival architecture.
The stairs go up an entire story, and are flanked on either side by leisurely, carefully designed ramps that take their time getting to the top.
Once there, large pillars make the building look even bigger and taller, stomping across an open front area where six-foot tall versions of a few books – Sherlock Holmes tales, Oh The Places You’ll Go, (something else) stand ready to be read one inch-thick page at a time.
To the left side, down a much more sedate little walkway, complete with yellow bricks and poppy flowers to either side, leads through a emerald gate (but not a real green dress that’s cruel… wait.
(but not real emeralds that’d be dumb)
to a bright green door. Inside there is the children’s library. Continue reading