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Can't say I've read that series, personally.
The Morgaine books are in the same vein as the original Dragonriders of Pern series, late 70's sci fi; first book published in '76 , second and third book in '78 & '79, fourth book in the '88. Some of CJ Cherryh's works are very readable, some aren't. The Morgaine books fall into the first.
Huh, I was just listening to this.The Morgaine books are in the same vein as the original Dragonriders of Pern series, late 70's sci fi; first book published in '76 , second and third book in '78 & '79, fourth book in the '88. Some of CJ Cherryh's works are very readable, some aren't. The Morgaine books fall into the first.
Fixed that for you. And even then, it's understating it, significantly.(Yes, Lolth is likely sexist. You gonna call her on it? Didn't think so.)
Little blue men?
Little drunken blue men?
Little drunken blue men who are fond of rustling ships and coos?
Little blue men?
Little drunken blue men?
Little drunken blue men who are fond of rustling ships and coos?
The poem in question, if anyone was curious.They're a rowdy bunch, but they're good boys at heart. You go ahunting with them around, the worst you'll end up is sober because they stole flask you had with you.
The ones in the poem are the more... traditional... fae. Green jackets and red caps with white owl-feathers, etc.
Think "Lords & Ladies" not "Wee Free Men."
I'm guessing it's a work in progress."Like I said, reformed-" Apparently not reformed enough to avoid hijacking my computer, however.
"Wan-" Hey, why is a white wolf at my computer?
Nah, that's just a Big Friendly Dog. With… strange red markings all over.
(Silliness written by the person that doesn't have to return to the lab for 24 hours.) *Kryslin, I beg your forgiveness in advance.*
Verechelen blinked as she flew across the sky. Ten seconds ago it had been cloudy, a typical Brockton Bay January day. By the looks of the people on the beach and the warmth of the sun on her back and wings, it was June or July here. She reached with her senses, trying to figure out where and when she was. The response she got back was confusing. This should be Brockton Bay, and she did see some landmarks that she recognized, but the lake Leviathan had left behind wasn't there, nor were the three block wide areas cleared around the effects of Bakuda's bombs. Had she traveled in time?
One quick spell told her no, that she'd somehow passed through a dozen dimensions. Home was sort of upleftorangetwelve from here. With that straightened out, she decided to land and spend a bit of time figuring out how things were different here. She banked and landed on the beach out of sight of people, transforming into her go to human shape, a black haired taller version of her mother. She grinned at a sudden thought. This Fugly's didn't know about her. She could get a free meal by ordering a Challenger.
Twenty minutes later she was had the burger and was eating it with one hand while flipping through PHO with the other hand. E-88, ABB, Merchants, all the same... She found the wards page and stopped. This Brockton Bay had a Dragon of their own. And it wasn't that poser Lung. She finished the burger almost absently as she read the thread about this Naurelin. She finished the fries and drink, got her picture taken and was out the door as quickly as she could.
Verechelen was walking down the Boardwalk, trying to figure out how to find the Ward when a shadow went by. Looking up she saw Kid Win and the very person she wanted to find fly overhead. Verechelen had a sudden evil idea, which she put down to spending too much time around Clockblocker.
Naurelin and Kid Win landed at the half way point of their route, stopping to make their radio call to the console. As Kid Win talked to Aegis, Naurelin heard a flapping soud. She turned around, and stopped, transfixed.
There was a small gold dragon flying clumsily toward her, not more than five feet long. It tried to land and ended up tumbling to a stop almost at her feet.
The hatchling looked up, cocked its head and called, "Mommy!"
**sprinkles some ketchup on his head and winks**Armsmaster looked at her for a minute. "Do you have anything to declare?"
Armsmaster looked at her for a minute. "Do you have anything to declare?"
"I do have a carry-on. Or is that a carry-over? Here, it's got my hoard in it."Armsmaster looked at her for a minute. "Do you have anything to declare?"
Better be careful with those Beanie Babies; depending on what's in there, and their condition, they may make up the more valuable part of the hoard. Or at least, the part that can be devalued by improper handling......"Just how much bigger on the inside?"
"About ten by ten by fifty? It's a bargain at twice the price, honestly."
"And what's in this 'hoard' of yours?"
"About fifteen tons of gold coins, half a ton of gemstones, and my Beanie Baby collection."
"..."
Take your time, don't push too hard, and take breaks as needed. Better that you avoid making things worse and post a day late, then rush things and hurt yourself. It's not worth the pain, nor the slower recovery.I need to run the next post through grammerly and another spell check pass, then get ready for outdoor chores, which are kind of hard to do when you're using a walker because a disk in your back is severely bulding and compressing your nerve root at the L5-S1 space.
Chiropractors are still open in this time of crisis, had to drag my mom to see one last week to get her readjusted. Don't put off seeing a specialist for this, just cleanse when you get home.@Ravenwood240 Ah, an excellent way to start the morning, Thank you.
I need to run the next post through grammerly and another spell check pass, then get ready for outdoor chores, which are kind of hard to do when you're using a walker because a disk in your back is severely bulging and compressing your nerve root at the L5-S1 space.