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November 29, 2013
Big Black Friday, Local Saturday, Cyber Monday sale!
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November 28, 2013
Black Friday Book Sale!
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Nanolines! Elves are the supermodels of the fairy realm.
They...
Nanolines! Elves are the supermodels of the fairy realm.
They don’t fly. They glide on sheer cool. They are never ugly, even when fierce. An elf is a thing of beauty & a joy to behold, forever.
That is how they trick you, dear reader. That is how it’s done.
From my WIP Troll Or Park:
A woman who looked sort of elven smiled serenely, casting her own chips onto the table, but never taking her eyes off me. Her hair was long and dark, but her clothes were the same billowy white as the Keeblets had worn. Her fingers were long and so graceful she almost seemed alien when she moved her cards. As she reached to push her silky hair behind her long, pointed ears, I realized she wasn’t just sort of elven. Judging by the glowing ruby ring on her extra-jointed finger and the lacy metal crown spun of some undoubtedly precious metal, I’d say she was the elf.
Finally!!! Ellerian. The young Noldo, who only arrived in Middle-earth, and just getting ready for the first meeting with Thranduil. Expectant mother of Legolas.
Model - Tano.
Photographer - Lia Koltirina.
November 27, 2013
Nanolines! Don’t dream it…be it…
From my WIP...
Nanolines! Don’t dream it…be it…
From my WIP Troll Or Park, in which a teen from rural Indiana and her posse encounter their first drag queen performance, among the fae revelers of Las Vegas:
"Gather round, gather round, for the wildest show on earth! Are you ready to put the Sin in Sin City?” Everyone in the crowd seemed dressed for a roller derby lingerie show—multi-color bras and panties emblazoned with team slogans crowded the runway. Men in tight boxers morphed into fawns and other shifters as their glamours waned before my eyes. Werewolves? Centaurs? Each and every man and woman raised his or her arms to the MC as he started the show.
What kind of show? It wasn’t a rave, and it wasn’t a stand-up routine, after all. It was a drag show.
