There were two ways the message could have travelled from Porto’Ercole: to the left, through Orbetello and onwards to Florence, or to the right, eastward and straight to Rome. Naturally, it went to the right. The message was sent to Rome.
Warning: spoilers and foul language below.
You can go so far north on this earth that everything feels like a dream.
Iceland is strange. There seems to be something secret but in plain sight, known and familiar yet obscured. An odd little animal, peeking from behind glass.
My flash fiction story “Happy Meal” has been published! Read all about The Dark Lord and his adventure […]
This is the first post in the series “Technobabble”, which is my attempt at keeping my technological knowledge fairly relevant. I don’t understand it much, and in many ways I equate it with magic. I may as well be a Middle-Aged serf screaming ‘witch!’ outside Google headquarters. But, I want to learn.
There are certain places which stay with you when you stay within them long enough. The spaces you inhabit cast their influence over you, a net of culture resting wherever you lay your head—towns, houses, homes. I once called it Atlanta; now I call it elsewhere.