Archive | March 2015

A piece of post-apoc fae-apoc that popped into my head

The thing was, certain things they’d had to figure out right away. Food, potable water – even in places near a grocery store, the store only had so much stock on hand, and no more was coming in.

Shelter was relatively easy – there were a lot more houses and other buildings than there were people, now, even if you did take into consideration those buildings ruined by the war, of which there were many. But protection from the threats of the world – monsters sentient and not, cold and rain and snow, storms and fire and bears and lions – that took work. And when that was all managed, people worked hard on forming community, on rebuilding society, and stocking up enough food to survive lean times and enough weapons to keep the food.

Clothes were not remotely a priority. Most people in 2011 in the developed world had far more clothes than they needed. If durable clothes were an issue, well, there were stores to raid and, if you weren’t squeamish, or if you were desperate, which was similar, there were the homes of people who were dead or gone.

Eventually the clothes they had wore out, the clothing left in old buildings had rotted away or been eaten by the rodents. And by then, those that had survived had houses and food, security and society. Now… they needed cloth.

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Five Things….

If I were to do a series of Five Things… blog posts, what sort of subjects would you like to see?

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wrrr wrrrr rewind… Edally Academy Chapter 29 is up!

Chapter Twenty-Nine – When the World is Shaking, Do Not Stop to Rebalance Your Saddle-Bags

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Here.” Lusnyoot shoved the wrench into Tairiekie’s hand. “Fix it and stop asking questions.”

read on…

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Jumping Rings: A Story of the Circled Plain – Chapter Nineteen – Taslin

Duck

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“Duck!”

Taslin and Lansesh were serving as backup for the six-year Gladiator Rantoness Kallesh-Red in a five-on-three match against another Pit’s lead team. It wasn’t a fair fight. It wasn’t even in the same league as a fair fight. But Taslin was having more fun than she’d had in any match so far.

read on 

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Read Me!

read me

Want to read anthologies featuring yours truly?

My story in Shifting Hearts, “Crossing the Line,” follows a feral-hearted woman as she deals with territoriality – and cautious affection.

“Monster Godmother,” in What Follows, is the story of an immortal fae and the humans that hate her, all struggling against an ending world.

“Company,” my story in No Place For Us, is also apocalyptic.  Sometimes the best thing to wash up in your nets is companionship.

The Amazon Links are all here.

You can find What Follows on SmashWords, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo here, or on CreateSpace here.

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It’s time to commission an arts

I would like to commission an art from this artist – http://drkarayua.tumblr.com/post/114425161426/drkarayua-hello-friends-i-am-currently-taking

So: Who?

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A While in Alder

Fanfiction Disclaimer

Stories
Around Elephants, a story for #FridayFlash and Thimbleful Thursday
The Club, for Thimbleful Thursday

Patreon Stories – for Patrons Only
After the Storm, Kailani after the apocalypse
An excerpt from a novel not yet written, Rin & Girey
A Twisty Problem, a story of Dragons Next Door

Serial Stories
Broader Education, a story of Edally
Remembering the Fallen a story of Jumping Rings

Life in Alder Trees
Projects I am Working On Right Now
Why I Won’t Be Doing NaNoWriMo in 2015
Brainstorming for CAMP Nano
Generators and More Generators
Trying Out New Recipes

Greenhorn on Luna Se7vn, a ficlet of Foedus Planetarum for Thimbleful Thursday
Where it All Begins – the Zeroth Cohort in Addergoole
When All Else Fails, Make a Plan (Fanfic for cluudle‘s Superhero world)
Time for Play, a ficlet for #3WW
Making Things Work – more Baram’s House Elves
Messy, a story of Addergoole Year 46 for #3ww

International Women’s Day: Junie
International Women’s Day: Fae Apoc Presidents

Book Covers & other Canva Art
Thimbleful Thursday
The Fires of Gobann and other book covers

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The Club, a story for Thimbleful Thursday

Chloe D’Aushinger had been arrested quietly in the middle of the night, with no notice to her family or to her not-inconsiderable business interests. She had spent three nights in the Pietierre “Hospital’s” more uncomfortable basement rooms before being just as quietly released on the recognizance of three people she had never met before.

Rene, no-last-name-given, took the lead. He was a tall man, wearing a taller hat with a very wide brim, which shadowed his face rather effectively. “Mme. D’Aushinger, I would like to welcome you into the club.”

“I really must be getting back to my family…” Chloe had been saying that for days. She had met with opposition of every sort – rough, direct, soft, indirect, hinting, threatening. Rene simply bowed, so low it was amazing his hat stayed on.

“While your lodgings are lovely, for the next week, I’m afraid it will be necessary for you to enjoy our hospitality. We’ve moved your family already, one at a time. Your home is being watched.”

A second shadowy figure coughed. Nicholle. She, too, was missing a last name. “Rene…”

“This is the time and place when we can say things, Mlle. She will have to learn soon enough to hear those things not said. I believe her days under the Pietierre have begun to teach her what words you cannot utter. But I feel she needs to understand a bit more before we move her.” Rene said this all at once, as if hurrying before Nicholle could cut him off.

The third figure, Ane, had not spoken at all. But from the breadth of shoulders and the thick hand provided to Chloe to shake, she had no question why the good gentle was there.

Which was more than she could say for herself. “I’m afraid I really don’t understand.” Chloe drew herself up, straightening her shoulders. She looked where she thought Rene’s eyes likely were. “I annoyed some powerful people, yes. When those of-“

“The thing is,” Rene interrupted, “when you say ‘those of my ilk,’ as you were going to, you don’t yet know what your ilk is.”

“That,” Nicholle took over, “is what we are here to correct. As Rene said… welcome to the club.”

Written to Marh 12’s Thimbleful Prompt. In the same universe as Around Elephants, which I believe needs a setting name (And MAY be the same setting as Edora & Rodegard)

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