Goat Notes

The Snakeshead and the Spelldesk
A burnt-out sorcerer and a sassy tattooed rune-hacking wereserpent must solve a series of mystical murders in a decadent metropolis at the low-rent end of Time - but their investigations come up against a sinister barrier.

The Brighteyes and the Banespork
The mad mongoose-god is no more, but the demons of his ichneumon horde are burrowing through the corrupt souls of Noisette City into the sensual world! Can hard-boiled sorcerer Pebblefall and passionate pythoness Hiisi Fitt save their world from drowning in a tidal wave of unspeakable squick?

The Wyrdbook and the Worldwall
No.

I believe I mentioned declaring a literary Kate-out over the weekend, and finishing the Council Scene of Doom by hook or by crook? 

Hah.  I did manage to extrude a megatastic 140 words, and to stumble upon perhaps the least romantic romantic set-up that has yet been committed to paper since Pierrette Publishing's* now legendary Patient Passion at the Clap Clinic (75pp., available at any good recycling plant near you).  I really wonder where this story is going.  Often.  Some hopes of moving beyond the CSOD tonight.

What I did manage was 1470 words of The Popinjay, linking up the two fragments of text that previously comprised it.  I'm increasingly uncertain whether this is more the Beauty character's story than it is her middle sister's.

* Whose other classic category romances include Surgical Appliance Adventure, Hot in the Sewer, Sex and Ducks and Hovis Rolls, and - in their one serious contribution to the fantasy genre - a strangely neglected vampire-shagger called Bathtime for Bathory.