"Well, If That Doesn't Take the Salt Out of You"

It may just be the frappuccino and the NyQuil speaking: to think this is the first post of 2013 fills me with an unpleasant shivery feeling.  A brief update: I managed to get through another chunk of writing in Plenilune during December, which places me almost at the threshold of my endgame.  Now I am trying to get all my characters in position and hope to goodness everything works out.  There is, of course, always editing.  Additionally, now that I am approaching that stage of the game with Plenilune, I have been able to go back into Adamantine and touch up a few things, make sure of continuity, and tie them both together a little more.  That won't be done for a little longer yet, but I'm really hoping nothing more turns up because I would like to be done.  On the plus side, Gingerune has taken another step or two out of the shadows.  But don't even dream about reading Gingerune yet.  I foresee that one being my trouble child and while it may surprise me I don't expect it to surprise me.

There is always Between Earth and Sky.

January Snip-Whippets(Not much to offer this month!) 
There was a sound like a hammer hitting a gong, a whirling planet of light, a ring in singing motion, a spray of stars—to Margaret it seemed the whole cosmos had met in the teeth and claws and angry, defiant wills of the two slashing and biting on the uneven green before her.Plenilune
Half of it he shaved off, cutting her arm, but the rest, with a little cry of determination, she got wrapped round his head somehow and then it was her turn, with a sense of exultant power, to dig in her heels and heave over on him, driving him backward while he shook and writhed and swore and growled under her grasp like ten tomcats in a weakening sack. Plenilune
Under her feet Margaret felt Plenilune tremble—with fury and with colossal ecstasy...Plenilune
They were close enough that she heard the drumming whoop of Brand’s war-hammer as he whirled it over his head.Plenilune
They were facing west: the sun was in her eyes. She saw a confusion of battle-mass locked and grinding in the tiny valley—and upreared against the halo of sunlight, shining like a beacon, the eagle-Standard of Darkling, the tattered black cloth in a riot of wind hanging from its talons.Plenilune
"You must needs watch your flank!" he roared over the din.Plenilune
She set her hand on his shoulder and pressed hard with her fingers until his leather harness cut her; his face gashed sideways with a smile. That was all: they turned together to pack their own things and fill their faces with the familiar dust of the open road and the ominous glare of summer thunder on the horizon which was the colour of hard crimson, the colour of the hour.Plenilune
...she yelled in [his] ear, hoping—but not really believing—that she would reach him in the red place to which he had gone.Plenilune
Margaret stood...watching Skander’s blue banner dwindle into the purple thunder of the air on the shore of Holywood, a small panic under her heart which she was trying desperately to crush as one crushes out the life of a small broken bird for whom death is the only mercy. Plenilune
It was a city in itself, settled in a little lift of a valley at the bend of a wide, navigable river; with the angry golden sunset-sky behind it, it was a dream-silhouette of black spires and shadowed towers, gilt-edged banners and sable walls: a piece of imagery that had got lost and wandered from the old medieval poetry Margaret had once known on the other side of many bright, black turnings in life. Plenilune
"The sphere of Mars is calling..."Plenilune