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Author Archives: Inspector Caracal
“Are you all right?” Alan let out a long breath, something between a sigh and a hiss, and looked at his assistant’s concerned expression through the darkness. Trevor was new, and young; he could be forgiven a few stupid questions … Continue reading
Written for Lyn Thorne-Alder in a fic exchange. Vidrou, sa’Tree-Hugger – more commonly known as Vid or Viddie – hummed quietly as he inspected his orchard. It was summer, which meant the seasons for peaches, plums and nectarines. Never mind … Continue reading
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So I found myself working on my draconic growth chart and contemplating, at the simplest level, whether the males would tend to be larger, or the females would. My initial tentative hypothesis was that females would, partly because I like … Continue reading
One of the biggest issues I come across when doing research for things (usually a combination of world-building and just-for–fun) is that all of the interesting scholarly papers – the ones that have actual data, usually – are not publicly … Continue reading
for Lyn! “And I’m the rightful king of Scotland.” Jake snorted derisively, looking down at her – or trying, at least. At five foot eight (and a half), Desdemona was taller than at least half the school. “You think I … Continue reading
So my friend B found and linked to this site, Grammarly, and I was intrigued, so decided to check it out. In order to get an actual breakdown of the proofreading, however, you need to register. And in order to … Continue reading
It was raining outside; not simply rain, but waves cascading down in a ceaseless deluge. Wall-like sheets of the stuff were the only thing visible out the window, casting a watery grey light into the Burnwood common room – which, … Continue reading
Part of this setting, but except for a couple unimportant references you don’t need to know about it. I tossed yet another dozen red roses into the discard pile, flinging myself back into the pile of cushions with a pained … Continue reading