Anesthesia theater!

Here’s a treat! The notes I wrote for the YA fantasy story I hallucinated while coming down off the anesthesia from my second surgery in June. Tally ho!

Superconducting hyphae connect cities built around giant fungal towers. Iron flies toward cities. Flying knights! Wing-swords!

Girl courier ambushed by Wing-sword guy. He wants to get codes to enter her city. They crash.

On foot, they are pursued by stone dog.

A kindly priest from the ground-up religion (arches. candles. “The flame vanishes but some warm smoke remains.”)

He tells them the dog is a golem animated by another priest. (”now I must ask what crime you committed for my brotherhood to want you dead”)

They fit their flier with rockets

A cruel priest of the top-down religion. (lots of pyramids. In charge of the fungal towers, which have been allowed to get too old)

The gods want the empire broken so new fungi can sprout.

And then was moved out of the ICU.