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Large of Stature
Here’s a little something for you, heading into the weekend. This is how I closed my set at Life, the Universe & Everything 30.
Heartless State of Mind
Here I am performing my filk take on Dan Wells’s John Cleaver trilogy. Next Thursday, LTUE attenders will be able to see me perform it live.
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Tagged Dan Wells, Folk, Guitar, Heartless State of Mind, John Cleaver
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He’ll Be Back
Jane frowned. She could hear the sirens closer now. “I don’t know whether I’m damned or not. We didn’t have damnation when I was a kid, so I don’t know where I stand. My big problem isn’t that at all—” … Continue reading
Not the Saving Kind
“What about them?” She pointed at the sufferers below. Azazel nodded agreement. “They are the reason why I must win.” “Baraqyel said they were the unhappy dead.” “They are. Heaven has coined a new word for them, in fact. They … Continue reading
Point of Order
“Silence!” Azazel roared one word, and the racket cut off. He looked across the Council chamber at Qayna. “Do you abstain, then?” he asked her. Qayna almost fell from her perch. Her crow settled slowly on the back of the … Continue reading
What Do I Want?
“What do I want, then?” Jim asked. “Jim, don’t do it,” Twitch urged his friend. “Whatever you want,” the Legate told him, “you can get it with power. Power brings all good things. Power, and money, which is the same … Continue reading
Every Crackpot in the Last Two Thousand Years
There is war coming,” the Legate intoned. “And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon.” “The Revelation of John,” Jim said. “The refuge and comfort of every crackpot for the last two thousand years.” … Continue reading
Down to a Little Business
After the Legate came two law enforcement officers, Sheriff’s deputies, Jane now saw. The younger man, with buzzcut hair and a thin mustache, was in front. He called out to the Legate, asking the older man to stop and getting … Continue reading
Split a Nail
Azazel stepped into the center of the Council, whip trailing behind him on the stones. He smiled, and Qayna was reminded how beautiful he was—how beautiful they all were, setting aside the part-animal forms. “I apologize, Samael,” he purred. “I … Continue reading
Give My Regards to Mab
“I don’t want to kill you,” Jane said, “but I have to tell you that I feel pretty strongly about not having my hand forced.” “You would murder Queen Mab on her own doorstep?” the Queen looked affronted, staring at … Continue reading
