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“Fore!… Damnit! I don’t know what’s up with me today, Jim, I just can’t swing a damn stick!”
Originally posted Aug. 10, 2011
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I think it’s fair that I thought Farnah was male.
This week on What an Old House, we’re doing some exploratory demolition in our 1860’s farmhouse’s bathroom.
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Now this bathroom has some interesting features right from the get-go. You can see from the photos that the entire bathroom was covered in these 50’s-era Masonite panels.
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Time to Move – a story of Dragons Next Door for Patreon
This is set early in the life of Aud and Sage. 👪
So there we were, living in a tiny studio apartment between the artsy district and the tracks, holding our first child, Jin, just an hour after birth. The midwife had come and gone and we were staring and the faint glow coming off of our first child with a bit of consternation.
“You,” I said, feeling far too calm (it had to be the tea I’d brewed for childbirth), “are not a wizard.”
Sage raised those eyebrows at me. “You are not a witch.”
We’d both known it for a long time, of course, or at least suspected strongly. You don’t go into a relationship with someone while they are still in school at a prestigious institution for wizards or witches and not notice a thing or, and if that hadn’t done it,the forms we’d each chosen for the wedding vows might have, or the family members that did and didn’t attend the wedding. Continue reading
Patreon! A Repost and two summer ficlets
Originally posted Oct. 28, 2011
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Officially, the Sandborn Institute and Lady Cassidy’s Academy for Young Ladies did not have mixers. There was nothing the Black Tower wanted to hear from the Pumpkin, and nothing the Pumpkin wanted to say to the Tower.
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This is just a little story of summertime and beaches, because I wanted to.
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At first, we all thought it was some asshole in a particularly good Godzilla costume.
This is written to @medic‘s very enthusiastic “More, more!” to No Rest on This Beach
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So there we were, eight-foot Godzilla-like thing on the beach smashing sandcastles and throwing around policemen, and I, at least, had been planning for a nice quiet weekend blending in with the locals and watching the myth of the supernatural from a nice safe place.
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Patreon: Some Tinies, some Gods, Some history.
The Tinies are creatures of the Dragons Next Door setting and are loosely based on my memories of the Borrowers books.
This was meant to be a short microfic – oops.
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The Tinies had lived alongside humans as long as the humans had been living in houses, and, although they were a scattered and fragmented society, they had traditions and unwritten rules that they carried from home to home and community to community, mostly carried by the old, those past their adventuring days.
I’m a bit behind on the next chapter of the Expectant Wood, so have a piece of history I wrote a while ago in the meantime.
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The land was rising.
The people on the islands and the small nation of Aerax clung to whatever support they could find. The last magical explosions of the Roquelan Wars had been over for days. Nobody had expected another attack.
I don’t even remember what I wrote this for, but it suits the theme of May.
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They liked their god, and so they’d kept him. Around them, the world had crumbled to pieces, the new gods, creatures like him, warring against the self-appointed protectors of humanity. In their little fort on the hill, though, they’d been drunk, happy and content to stay that way. And every season, they’d paid homage to their new god, for all he gave them.
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Protected: Tiny People, Big Problems
Worldbuilding Day Three: People and Races
Dragons Next Door
As the title of this setting suggests, the Dragons Next Door world has Dragons.
It also has quite a few other magical sentient races: ogres, harpies, pixies, tinies, elkin, and centaurs, to name a few.
In addition, it has a deep and broad human population, very similar to the real world (it’s an Urban Fantasy setting, after all) and then dweomers, who are humans with magic, or at the very least humanoids with magic.
For a very long time, these races lived primarily separate lives with their own civilization. There were dragon nations and pixie towns and Centaur Isles and so on; the elkin had a remote mountain nation that spoke to no-one except the Tinies and the harpies, for instance.
The Tinies were the only exception to this rule: Tinies have always lived everywhere.
Only recently – since the 1930’s – have the races begun to actively mingle.
(I wonder if this matches the previous notes on Smokey Knoll. Shall have to check).
Portal Bound
The continent that Portal Bound takes place on has only one sentient race: humans.
On the other hand, because of the portals, there are two factors at hand here:
* what counts as human varies slightly from dimension to dimension, and so there are those that are very nearly elves or fairies or such (or Klingons or Romulans) in appearance
* because of the broad spread of the portals across the worlds in all these dimensions, the humans come in all ethnicities.
Sometimes, if a portal stays open for a particularly long time, a city will end up with a small enclave of people of a particular ethnicity and world-origin.
More often, however, people come singly, and thus they find a place and settle as they can, bringing their own traditions but integrating into the massive whole.
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Bridges in Walls – a fic continuation of Dragons Next Door
After Sturdy Walls
The Tinies had appointed an ambassador to come speak to Anne. Said ambassador had a beard nearly to his feet, was wearing a very sharp bottle-cap hat with trimmings of what looked like gold wire and the ribbon she’d misplaced, and had a quiet voice that nevertheless was somehow very hard to ignore.
“I am Yeg-Tren-Opar, and I am the elder of this family.” He sat down politely in the small cushion Anne provided – the lining from a jewelry box that had come with some familial present last year. “You present to us an interesting conundrum, and as you seem sensible, we thought we would share that conundrum with you in turn.”
“I’m willing to hear your conundrum,” she offered as formally as possible. She was talking to tiny people. Some part of her brain was squealing with that. Tiny. People. Who lived, it appeared, in the wall behind her kitchen.
“You are, as far as we can tell, a human.”
“That’s my understanding.” She spoke with humans every day who took themselves at least as seriously as this small man. She could keep her face straight even when she thought she was saying or hearing ridiculous things.
The thing was, she wasn’t entirely sure this was ridiculous.
“This house is in Smokey Knoll, but the positioning of such has meant that, from time to time, it passes into human hands. This can cause some problems, as humans and Tiny Folk do not always get along.”
“The previous residents of this house…”
The elder lifted his tiny, bushy eyebrows. “Moved out.”
There was a world of meaning in those two words. Anne sat back and considered them.
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