The Queen’s knitting circle sits in the painted tower, four double-pointed needles and a ball of yarn apiece, as the blackbirds sing in mourning. The sun sets, the stars awake, and points go click, click, click.Magic, formed with each stitch twist and loop, keeps the candles burning bright.Mistress Avalard, of the Sing River crossing, uses […]
To begin, I present one of my silly drabbles:The Trans-Abyss Backhaul“Whoa! Stop!” it said.Kris stared at the quivering orb that materialized.“Thing about multiverses—they need to be connected to the trans-abyss backhaul. Else, suckers can’t spit matter into bangers. We lose visibility on an entire quadrant of space-time. Void wireless only spawns access failures. Endless glitches!”Kris […]