Each morning is a decision. Should I put on the brown mask or the blue? Should I be a tradesman or an assassin today?
Whatever...
Each morning is a decision. Should I put on the brown mask or the blue? Should I be a tradesman or an assassin today?
Whatever...
MS. Orre. 1013A Miscellany of materials copied from within Master Leuwin Orrerel’s (d. Lady Year 673, Bright Be the Edges) library...
If you were a dinosaur, my love, then you would be a T-Rex. You’d be a small one, only five feet, ten inches, the same height...
The moon came up and the sun went down. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their...
I remember the future.
The future was glorious once. It was filled with sleek silver spaceships, lunar colonies, and galactic...
In the Great American Indian novel, when it is finally written, all of the white people will be Indians and all of the Indians...
GEORGE, JC—THE RUNAWAY PRINCE—J FIC GEO 1994
You’d think it would make us happy when a kid checks out the same book a zillion...
Narrated by Chris Lester
I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second...