“Here we are,” the Warder said. “The center post of the thirty-seventh district. Pretty shabby, isn’t it?”
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My spring illustration project is complete! The story “Heritage” describes the tenth birthday celebration for orphaned Hileko Heruvael-son from the perspective of a younger Historian Hened, who is not yet Master Historian. (This story takes place in 392 AK, five years after the events of “Hened Ascendant.”)
[Read more…] about Illustration: DisconsolateEssay Excerpt: Punnett Squares
Below is an excerpt from the first chapter of “On the Training and Use of Power Among the Races.” The section on inheritance definitely contains the most science jargon and the largest number of diagrams.
Illustration: A Wild Hope
I like keeping my illustration projects in sync with the seasons, though I’m so slow I often finish them near the end.
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Finally, a new illustration! This is for the story that falls the earliest on the timeline (so far) at 876 DH: “Embers Fade to Ash.”
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Hu-Hov: “I’m not leaving out Traveling this time!”
Hened: “I see that, and I see you put yourself in there, too. But when it comes to historical significance, why didn’t you include 404 and—”
Hu-Hov: “Spoilers.”
Hened: “What?”
Hu-Hov: “It’s a new word I learned.”
The Courage of Tarlah
Content Warning for non-graphic sexual abuse of a minor
The morning of Tarlah’s rescue started like many others.
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for Christina
Flee to the center post. . . . You will find shelter there. . . . Flee. . . .
Hu-Hure clung to those soundless words as she ran on all fours, her mate at her heels. The trees ahead made vague silhouettes, obscured as though by a swirling winter fog. Yet no daytime fog ever grew so black, while instead of a gentle drizzle or sifting snow, this cloud bank carried with it a rainfall of ash, live embers, and burning twigs, all flung ahead of the blaze rampaging behind them.
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