This past week will not go down as one of my favorites. Remarkably it’s difficult to resist describing it in all its glory. If I’m unsuccessful, all you get are these three sentences.
J.M. Walters was building a falcon. Or, more accurately, his employers, The Chris Island Forge and Brassworks, constructed the thing.
“Up ahead Mama,” called Tanna. She dashed several steps out in front, but slowed when her mother did not match her new pace.
“I see, Flower. I see.” Cuivva had watched the light through the trees grow since the last bend, but she always let Tanna discover their progress first. It reminded her of times past [...]
So I’m driving home from aikido the other night trying to imagine the proper scale of problematic giant but not a call-the-national-guard sized one. What comes to mind is four times a normal human. So 6 feet goes to 24 feet. But then I start realizing I have no idea what 24 feet really means.
Can [...]
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