I take back everything I ever said about that boy being clever." He turned around to face the bar while leveling an accusatory finger at the closed door. "That," he said firmly to the room in general, "is what comes of working with iron every day.

I have no balance. My life is a hot mess.

What I'd love more than anything is for Worldbuilders to continue to grow and become entangled in all the different corners of the geek community.

It doesn't eat meat." I said. "It's a herbivore. It's like a big cow." Denna looked at me and started to laugh. Not hysterical laughter, but the helpless laughter of someone who's just heard something so funny they can't help but bubble over with it. She put her hands over her mouth and shook with it, the only sound was a low huffing that escaped through her fingers. There was another flash of blue fire from below. Denna froze midlaugh, then took her hands away from her mouth. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and spoke softly with a slight quaver in her voice, "Mooooo.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.

Feel free to call me by my first name: Master.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?