Puffin and Persecution

2011-08-09T18:44:07Z

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 430 words. Evil Lord Evil demonstrates some of his evilly redeeming evil qualities.

I am pleasantly shattered after a day up hill, down cliff-stair, and around the back roads. There are no puffins on the ledges of South Stack at this time of year, but the Puffin in my tale demands that I put in some religious research before I turn in for the night. She also demands that I compose a Vestan plainchant* fragment for her acolytes in Latin, which she can go right on demanding. Clerics! Give 'em an uncia, and they'll take a mille passus!

* I know, believe me; I know!

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A Verray Parfit Gentil Orke

2010-06-28T07:12:52Z

On the morning train, I found myself standing next to a character: big, burly, shaven-headed, in his prime, tattooed on his shoulder with an orc's head fanged and helmed, and wreathed about it this legend: ODERINT DUM METUANT.

Googling gives me the translation, "Let them hate, so long as they fear," and its attribution, to the very satisfactorily orcish Emperor Caligula. It also turns up a Warhammer Online guild of the same name, thus solving my small mystery of the day.

140 words of novel between today and yesterday, in the baking stone city without sea or mountain breezes to relieve it. Pretty weather and good for visions, but ill for work or sleep alike. I could take off my skin and dance around in my bones.

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Puffin and Persecution

A Verray Parfit Gentil Orke