Saffia Widdershins

Do try her novel of the French Revolution, A Place of Greater Safety. She makes those characters really live: Desmoulins, Danton, Robespierre in all their complexity.

In the (slightly amended) words of Lady Bracknell, “To lose one election (to him) may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both (to him) looks like carelessness.

Merry Christmas and love to you all from Saffia, Greg, and Sinead/Molly Plume/Lady Whitetum/Sinead Stylites

So if you’d like to be part of a Christmas quest, add your comments which could be questions to find out more, or even a continuation of the story.

So what (or who) is Iver Sands? Did I mis-hear and the name was Ivor? And why should people be hailing the creator as a god? I feel as though this is the start of a quest …

This came to me in a dream last night … two men in a railway carriage talking angrily. One said, “Just because you created Iver Sands, you think you’re some kind of god!” And the other replied, languidly, “I’m not the only one to think that."
It was dark outside, but I think it was a winter evening.

A store owner contacted me to tell me that there was someone claiming to be my business manager and was trying to steal her designs, so she had banned her and wanted to warn me.
I had to break it to her gently that this was my alt and was not trying to steal anything. She didn’t believe me.

11/
Well, that’s the end of the first very short story. Hope you enjoyed it. If you want me to continue, say so. If you’d like another story, let me know too. And share it! If I get 50 comments saying “Go on with this” or 50 saying “Tell me another story” then I’ll carry on.
#unglamorous #story

11/
Well, that’s the end of the first very short story. Hope you enjoyed it. If you want me to continue, say so. If you’d like another story, let me know too. And share it! If I get 50 comments saying “Go on with this” or 50 saying “Tell me another story” then I’ll carry on.
#unglamorous #story

/10
“But digital cameras and phones don’t see the un-glamors. So we just look …”
“Glamorous,” I suggested. “And you need me to take that off … “
She learned forward and grabbed my wrist. “Urgently,” she said.
#unglamorous #story #fantasy

/10
“But digital cameras and phones don’t see the un-glamors. So we just look …”
“Glamorous,” I suggested. “And you need me to take that off … “
She learned forward and grabbed my wrist. “Urgently,” she said.
#unglamorous #story #fantasy

/9
“There seems to have been some kind of … update. And every fae in the mortal world is going crazy. We wear un-glamors so we can pass. Fade into the background, right?”
I nodded again. How fae hid in plain sight was something far conspiracy theorists had speculated about for years.
#unglamorous

/9
“There seems to have been some kind of … update. And every fae in the mortal world is going crazy. We wear un-glamors so we can pass. Fade into the background, right?”
I nodded again. How fae hid in plain sight was something far conspiracy theorists had speculated about for years.
#unglamorous

/8
Poking through the top of her hair were the tips of two … pink … ears?
“You’re an … elf?” I croaked.
“There’s no need to tell the whole cafe!” She was staring hard at me. “You’ve made photo filter apps, right?”
I nodded.
#unglamorous #story #fantasy

/8
Poking through the top of her hair were the tips of two … pink … ears?
“You’re an … elf?” I croaked.
“There’s no need to tell the whole cafe!” She was staring hard at me. “You’ve made photo filter apps, right?”
I nodded.
#unglamorous #story #fantasy

/7
For there, captured by my phone, with no filters, was the stunning beauty once again. I looked between the two several times. Sitting opposite me in the cafe was Miss Boring Normal. Captured on my phone was … Miss Amazing.
And then I noticed a photo detail that escaped me before.
#unglamorous

/7
For there, captured by my phone, with no filters, was the stunning beauty once again. I looked between the two several times. Sitting opposite me in the cafe was Miss Boring Normal. Captured on my phone was … Miss Amazing.
And then I noticed a photo detail that escaped me before.
#unglamorous

/6
“No filters,” Rhiannon said quickly as I selected a good angle for the shot of her plain face.
“No filters,” I agreed, and took the picture.
“Now, check it out.”
I nodded, but actually I was already doing so. And when I looked …
“Wow,” I said. “How the hell do you do that?”
#unglamorous #story

/6
“No filters,” Rhiannon said quickly as I selected a good angle for the shot of her plain face.
“No filters,” I agreed, and took the picture.
“Now, check it out.”
I nodded, but actually I was already doing so. And when I looked …
“Wow,” I said. “How the hell do you do that?”
#unglamorous #story

/2
These rules in turn are based on the gamebook for #ADRP by Erick Wujcik.
The games are a little different. Other games tend to involve saving (or perhaps destroying) the multiverse; the climax of Blandings might be ensuring that the lesser spotted woodpeckers hatch their eggs in Lower Wood.

One of the things I do is run games at #AmberCons. Nowadays for me, these tend to be UK based or online. And since 2013, I’ve been running games that are a mashup between Roger #Zelazny ’s #Amber and the novels of P.G. #Wodehouse - esp. Blandings. I’ve adapted rules created by Timothy Ferguson …

/5
She let out an exasperated sigh. “That’s the point. I’m not … Look, can you take a photo of me? Please?”
Well, I could always delete it afterwards. I swiped through to the camera, with a twinge of regret for that stellar score.
#unglamorous #story

/5
She let out an exasperated sigh. “That’s the point. I’m not … Look, can you take a photo of me? Please?”
Well, I could always delete it afterwards. I swiped through to the camera, with a twinge of regret for that stellar score.
#unglamorous #story

/4b
Her hair was glossy blue black, her eyes were wide and slightly angled in her delicately shaped face, her lips were full, while her body … let’s just say that she had curves in all the right places.
“Great filter work,” I said appreciatively. “What are you using?”
#story #unglamorous #fantasy

Part 4a
“OK, whatever-your-name is. Show me.”
“Rhiannon,” she muttered, intent on her own phone. “There!”
She pushed the phone towards me, and I saw she’d opened her photo library to a picture of … Well, I guessed it was her, but this was a very different Rhiannon.
#story #unglamorous #fantasy

/4b
Her hair was glossy blue black, her eyes were wide and slightly angled in her delicately shaped face, her lips were full, while her body … let’s just say that she had curves in all the right places.
“Great filter work,” I said appreciatively. “What are you using?”
#story #unglamorous

Part 4a
“OK, whatever-your-name is. Show me.”
“Rhiannon,” she muttered, intent on her own phone. “There!”
She pushed the phone towards me, and I saw she’d opened her photo library to a picture of … Well, I guessed it was her, but this was a very different Rhiannon.

/3
“Can’t be done,” I said, looking back down at my own phone. “What’s the app, anyway? One of mine?”
“It’d be best if I showed you,” she said.
I sighed & put the game on hold. It was clear she wasn’t going to give me any peace until she showed me whatever she was beefing about.
#unglamorous #story

/3
“Can’t be done,” I said, looking back down at my own phone. “What’s the app, anyway? One of mine?”
“It’d be best if I showed you,” she said.
I sighed & put the game on hold. It was clear she wasn’t going to give me any peace until she showed me whatever she was beefing about.
#unglamorous #story

Oh, great idea!