| Scripts for a graphic novel I'm working on with my lovely artiste friend Amerz [link] . It's a lighthearted political intrigue that takes place in my beloved setting Altair. |


Overtures: Scene 5The Changelings face leers into a large mirror framed in filigree, supported before him by one of many marble sculptures lining the hall. Through this surface Flynn can see both his face and the back of his head redoubled in countless other similar mirrors lining the corridor, each a different size or shape, held at a slightly different angle so as to reflect the light from the windows in as many directions as possible. Indeed, the effect is kaleidoscopic: the richly framed baroque mirrors rest in their statues hands, doubling and redoubling the shafts of sunlight slanting from the tall windows, every drapery drawOvertures: Scene 5


Overtures: Scene 4The double doors unfold before the Nemnebliari ambassador and Bruno as both are admitted into the vast space of the throne room. Arranged almost in the manner of a church, rows of armchairs face the throne, with a long, richly woven Daioissian carpet trailing up the central aisle to the dais. Like saints, marble likenesses of the Endoran emperors occupy alcoves in the walls surrounding the room, each royal figure seated in an artificial, decadent posture, yet folding his hands piously, each of their faces contemplating the heavens beneath a halo of polished brass. A similar crown of polished brass rays, attendOvertures: Scene 4
| Scripts for a graphic novel I'm working on with my lovely artiste friend Amerz [link] . It's a lighthearted political intrigue that takes place in my beloved setting Altair. |
Poker Night

Book on the Bedside Table You are the book that lives on my bedside table. My favorite one, the spine worn thin by all the times my fingers have traced those pages. That one, there, under the glasses. No, the other side of the phone. Yeah, that one.Book on the Bedside Table
Sometimes you get a little buried, but there's only so much room on that table. So maybe my watch gets laid across you, then the notes for that paper I need to write. Maybe some textbooks and that waltz CD I love. But when the teetering pile of all life's little cares slips, bruising my heart, I he
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Her eyes were like long tunnels of cement leading to Mexico.
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Prose admin for =DailyLitDeviations. Note me with your suggestions of good prose on dA!
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I think I'm a lot like a parrot.. I talk nonsense and I preen alot.
Dyslexic & agnostic (still wondering if there is a DOG)
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Her eyes were like long tunnels of cement leading to Mexico.
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