black dome society
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“‘I should have remembered the first rule of hunting,’ he said, so low he may as well have been whispering in Auferrix’s ear. The tone was content and amused, which made her stomach twist with revulsion. ‘If one wishes to be successful in capturing his prey, one cannot do better than to catch her oneself.’”…
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“Lookie here.” There was a grin lurking deep in the shadows of his helmet. “I caught myself a little snake.” But snakes were known to bite. Thanks to a coworker with a bad rash (another consequence of which was my inability to keep from making jokes about herpes), I wound up without my usual Monday…
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There was another sound, this time from the man who owned the burning inferno around them. She thought it was an expression of pain at first, but then she recognized it as a sob. Shaking and sobbing beside her, dampening her shoulder and making her feel utterly helpless. This man had almost died and now…
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“‘They do know that old dynasties did use the caves out here for coffers,” Hederrick offered, though he looked extremely reluctant to do so. His eyes, like Jaxson’s, were steady on the cave and he swallowed hard as if already picturing the possible treasures within. ‘It’s possible we might find something there.’” Well, fellow RoWers…
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“‘You guys haven’t heard of it?’ Jaxson was grinning the crooked grin he wore whenever he knew something the others didn’t, which happened more often than Locke wanted to admit. ‘It was all over the gambling tables in Redaea. There’s said to be a hidden treasure cave out here, filled with all the ancient riches…
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The soft voice, the privacy of the question, and the fact that Taluin had tried to brush the hair out of his eyes all made Locke smile a little. ‘Yes,’ he said quietly, followed by a few more coughs, ‘I’m fine.’” It’s hard to believe we’re practically halfway through January already, especially since the weather…
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“A voice rose up over the howling wind; another voice responded. Locke could make out neither of them, which he hoped meant that no one could hear his small whimper.” One always hears about how quickly New Years Resolutions wind up getting broken, usually within the first weeks of setting them, and I’m sad to…
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Ahhh, all is right in the world. A new Round has begun at A Round of Words in 80 Days, which means it’s time for a Wednesday check-in! It just seems right and proper, having a check-in on Wednesdays again. I don’t think I’ve fully gotten back into the “regular world” mindset of the post-holiday…
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Yesterday, I talked about my goals for the year in general; today, we narrow our focus a little bit to a mere slice of the year, the next Round of Words in 80 Days, which starts today and runs through March 22nd, just two days before my birthday. So, clearly, there will need to be…
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“Looking at Estialog and his tired eyes, his hunching shoulders, the intricate lines across his sallow, grey skin, Gilferen realized that Knolan was not nearly as old as he and Locke made him out to seem. It was merely that they were so young.” Fellow readers, RoWers, and enthusiasts, brace yourself. I’m about to deliver…
L.S. Engler 