Writing

#185: In the next strong wind, it would come down and be scavenged for somebody’s fire, a sad end to one of the last remnants of a faded empire.

#184: “Or you can just wait a few days for the spell to fail.”

#183: If it came to a fight, I was pretty sure at this point they’d both side with me.

#182: Yagmar gave a roar of rage at that and hefted his greataxe.

#181: “They make sculptures of crystal that direct sunlight to their caves far below, casting shadows that tell stories that take a year to see in their entirety.”

#180: Truthfully, of course, I knew more than a score of such songs.

#179: “I’m not your muse, and I’m not your prize.”

#178: “Not for many years,” she told me. “It’s a habit you should get into as well.”

#177: “I’m not so sure we should split up,” Veldi objected.

#176: “You should take the musician.”