Weaver goes to a casino and finds herself in the middle of a game. After breaking one game, she leaves and finds herself before a Reaper of Men and is sent off with a cat.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-28.01
Weaver goes a-flying where she shouldn’t. Of course. No harm, no foul. But pain comes just the same.
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Your OWN Faith.
In the midst of the great political upheavals and civil rights wins, I find myself depressed by the state of religiosity in my country. As hatred and ignorance is screamed from news channel to news channel, as those in charge make asses of themselves by equating their beliefs with facts, those of us who are sane AND spiritual are shaking our collective heads in disgust at the zealousness of it all. Of all my damn pet peeves, the biggest has got to be …
A Game of War
“What’s your game, Esse?” The mead was finally making me warm.
“Game?”
“You don’t dedicate resources without a payoff to be had. This is very much a Weaver problem. You don’t have to investigate.”
“It is, as you say, a game.” He raised his horn. “I could use the amusement.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ass.”
He smiled, a genuine gesture. “Yes.”
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Book Review: Thinking Wild
I recently was offered the opportunity to review the book Thinking Wild, Its Gift of Insight: a way to make peace with my shadow for(…)
Dream Journal: 2013-06-26.01
My itinerary last night: Respond to the Ravens’ call and go to the Boneyard. Go see a Svartalf about some politics. Go check on some folk in the Nine Realms and avoid an obvious trap. Then end the night in the Nagalands because I think I’ve had more than my fill of drama, and I do need to practice being calm.
I’m sure there is a homily about well made plans and how they go awry.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-25.01
Keri and her espirito discuss the terms of their agreement. 428 words.
Augury Charm
Divination was a widespread and complex process among the Gaelic(…)
Dream Journal:2013-06-24.01
I went to the Nagalands with wings deployed. Partly because I felt the entity’s curiosity when I deployed them during “Split The Sky”, and partly to let it know I was okay after “A Sacrificed Heart”, and partly to use that as excuse to make sure I had not harmed entity nor robe. I felt … Continue reading →
A Sacrificed Heart
“Do you know where this is?” She gestures around her.
“No.” I look around and see the ruins of something like Aztec pyramids. Some of the carvings I can sort out. Renditions of feathered snake skulls are everywhere. I see glyphs of priests in regalia and draped with various skins including human. I also see warriors with jaguar skins and obsidian blades. I recognize glyphs and images of Quetzalcoatl, Mictlancihuatl and Mictlantecuhtli, Tlaltecuhtli, Tonatiuh, and Teccuciztecatl in the tops of standing monuments. There are others but they are obscured by the overgrowth or I don’t know them. “Heh. This probably represents my total knowledge of Aztec culture and its pantheon. No wonder it’s sparse and crumbling.”
5,282 words. Viewer discretion advised. Violence (as usual), and consumption of human blood (oh).