Monthly Archives: August 2014

ABSOLUTE BLACK

Another theory from Iris Einstein Here I am again, stirred to another theory, thanks to a book I recently nabbed off Crimmie, all about ‘the evils of 21st century life’; their effects on our health. You know the kind of … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 34

Citadel Lecheni Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Twenty-Eight “Hey!” Boddy called after the bent and gnarled man but the man didn’t wait. Boddy guessed he was one of Gowen Sivator’s servants – he’d come from the tower. Boddy started after … Continue reading

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Utterly Useless Facts #2

(Iris Einstein does it again) We all know that Crimmie is a logophile,—though logomaniac might better express it—yet she didn’t know these words and their meanings. (Duh!) Blissom “To bleat with sexual desire.” That’s got to be ‘bleat like a … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 33

Citadel Lecheni Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Twenty-Eight Eshe didn’t understand the process: why the water so quickly turned to slime, but the water in the bucket needed changing again. She groaned and slapped on her hat. She didn’t like these … Continue reading

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Utterly Useless Facts #1

(A New Feature brought to you by Iris Einstein) Crimmie teases me mercilessly on this, but I can’t help it. I just have this thing of collecting utterly useless facts—such as the weight of an elephant’s testicles (1 kg – though I’m … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 32

Chendani Pass Sifadis, Shore House Heiress Week Twenty-Six Sifadis seethed. The audacity of the sogged-out wreck. As if it weren’t sufficient offence to abduct her, gagged, blinded and bound, and tuck away in that hole as if she were a … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 31

Citadel Lecheni Kalamite Keefer-Papa of the Runman Order Week Twenty-Six Kalamite cursed whoever it was who’d allowed the walkway-door to slam. Aiya, did they think the wood of the door would last forever. And now the sprat was thudding down … Continue reading

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