I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers. – D.H. Lawrence
Wicked Word Wednesday: Pounce
A Visit from Saint Nicholas [2016]
Today is December 6, the feast day of Saint Nicholas. Krampus came last night, and apparently you were good, for you are still here reading this. Continue reading “A Visit from Saint Nicholas [2016]”
Teaser Tuesday: Snuff
Like those colored lights that chase each other ’round the Christmas tree, the Wheel of Time has turned ’round to Teaser Tuesday.
The Quotable Pratchett: I Shall Wear Midnight
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away
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A Weaver of Words
Once again it’s time to crown Wicked Word Wednesday Winner. Continue reading “A Weaver of Words”
Saturday Morning Coffee
Grab a mug; the coffee’s still hot, even if there’s only a few minutes left in the morning. Continue reading “Saturday Morning Coffee”
Running In My Head 