Dark. It was nearly always dark under the mountain. Nothing that lived there — and you can be sure that something lived there for if one thing is certain, it is that life can be found in some very surprising places — needed light to see by. Sight was such a poor substitute for the taste of rock, the songs of metal, the bright clear voices of gemstones, the sharp tang of water so heavy with minerals that, had there been light to see it by, it would have been as white and thick as milk. Read the rest of this entry »
While this story was written as a background story for a Changeling game (as oh so very many of my stories are) I was careful to leave out anything that’s specific to Changeling and, therefore, subject to copyright and trademark law. It’s more ‘inspired by’ than ‘based on.’ It was fun to write, especially Mafut. Edited 5 October 2005.
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Katie Messier (why yes, she is named after Mark Messier, star centre for the Edmonton Oilers ((and other teams, but we don’t talk about that)), aren’t you clever? Have a cookie.) is a monster and is just fine with it. Read the rest of this entry »
Ah, Spin. Spin was a Changeling character, a Pooka whose animal was the barnacle goose. She was a heartbreaker, for me and the people around her, and I still love her dearly. I wrote this in 2004 as part of the character application at Chrome Sunrise. There’s a lot that she leaves out, of course, but she’s writing for herself, not anyone else. Eventually she got too hard to play, and I stopped.
Maybe someday I’ll write out the way her story ends, but it always makes me cry when I think about it. I’ve even started it — that story is from Al’s point of view — but it’s hard writing. There’s love and joy and peace in it, but there’s also a whole lot of pain and loss, and it’s just wrenching. Read the rest of this entry »