I like them all. It really depends on the day. Maybe even the time of day.
I suggest the Deathgate Cycle - definitely vintage but SO good.
Great Danes
Chocolate
Sunny days (though in the UK that might be the cessation of the negative…)
I’ve been writing novellas about my NPCs. It’s so much fun!
Still so angry about this.
My credit card co needed to reconfirm my id. Sent in my passport. Same one I applied with 10 yrs ago. With my full name from BIRTH. Chilean born so father’s and mother’s surnames. They asked for my marriage certificate. I offered birth cert as I’ve NEVER changed my name. But no. Only marriage. 2026.
And that’s very fair. I feel very sad for you. ;)
I’m going and CAN’T wait!
It’s interesting how my kids - all older - have gone from an initial fascination with AI to utter disdain. Which is heartening. My ranting endlessly against it may have had something to do with it…
Best analogy ever.
Check this out! From the super talented Trip Galey. I loved A Market of Dreams and Destiny. Can’t wait for this one.
This is from one who woke up to Great Dane puke all over the hall. Nuff said. The day can only get better.
And perhaps get a litter box. Just saying.
45
I comply. Happy Birthday. The best is yet to come.
Never!
Congrats
And what would have happened if Carthage won.
Sacha is an Eladrin in summer. She doesn’t think. She hugs unabashedly and fireballs even more unabashedly. She’ll celebrate by hugging and jumping up and down.
How about yours?
And fear.
I won’t even go there. Double digits on all. Probably triple on books. I’d rather not know.
You’d be happy.
Do you hear the people sing? From Les Mis. That, or, randomly, Crazy ABCs by Barenaked Ladies. Sigh. BIG sigh.
Afraid that extends well into the twenties…
How can we help?
Sacha would talk to Reggie who has violent dislikes and tell him that whoever said they didn’t like his flamingo armour. Problem solved. By Reggie!
They are so big. I had one swoop down and take my food not long ago. It sure felt like a pterodactyl then…
In case you don’t know, croissants in France are buttery and salty. In Spain and Italy, they’re sweet. It’s a different kind of pleasure.
Love it. Particularly the angry seal. I can always find a thread to the weirdness of my dreams thinking about my conversations of the night before…I can only wonder at yours.
Best kind to have!
