A little bitte...

...of Rothenburg ob der Tauber.

Walk-see.

Windsor by Inwood.

The dawning realization...

...that both fingers and ink move more slowly in fifty-eight degree temps.

Do what you can.

Thanks to The Humanist for providing the link.

http://www.noonprop8.com/home

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Watson.

Something live has for the last two days been slamming itself bloody against the inside of the fireplace. It's been threatened, pleaded with, abused, and named, all to little avail.

You tell yourself that you'll never be the sort of woman that leaps onto the highest surface at the merest flash of a wing or a tail or a glittering eye. You tell yourself.

Morning routine.

mullberry rouge from Persia--2 gold pieces

Black Sea kohl (Medea's speciality)--one shorn ram

age defying appleseed oil from the Hesperides--5 rattlesnake tails

UV-blocking balm (Heal-ios Inc.)--one amber necklace

membership to Atlas Gym--12 wool blankets

hair brightener--courtesy of Midas

making your wishes count--priceless

Please'er with a tweezer.

Tithonus and the first stray gray.

More trouble than they're worth.

Hobbit's a delicacy that can be prepared any number of ways. They're soft and tender with flesh so aromatic that herbs just become a redundancy. But there's only one way to cook a dwarf and that's to boil it, salt it, crack it like a nut. And watch your teeth around its basalt bones.