The sound of the engines hummed softly, the wind and fresh salt air as the airship flies low over the water, the air fresh and…
City of New Babbage
Finishing up The List for the elf to pick up tomorrow. Don’t want him to think we’re not ready for Giftmas.
It was another cold, dark evening in the city. Mornington had just finished sending off the order for the Christmas Buffet, this time around his…
“I do believe, Miss Juniper, that the wind has shifted and our immolation is imminent.” “Tsk. Such a pity. And to think—I just acquired this…
One week had passed since they found the tome. With it they found where to dig without having to comb. The four gathered to have…
The sun was already up by the time Petra’s small wagon crawled through the city gates to the Fells, its route toward said gates having…
(Continued from The Order) If Milo was surprised when the Squire roused him before dawn, he was even more surprised to find him in the…
Cyan trudged weakly across the ice, his breath turning into a mist in front of him. He had reached the gap between the ice and…
“Welcome to the world,” he said wearily. “You get used to it after a while.”― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
Having been rebuffed by the office of Underby umpteen times, Bologna decided to forge formal complaints with the Bucket of Blood, knowing that fink of…
