A tidbit for the hounds....

For those who have already pre-ordered FLESH AND FIRE, and/or are jonesing for the next contemporary fantasy, a taste from the WiP:


"Paula's not Talent, but I don't think there's a professional bartender in town who doesn't know about the Cosa. Fatae might not drink, but a lot of drunks see them. She knew who we were, and what we did for a living."

In other news, it is cool and sunny here in Points North, the sofa is comfy, and there is a damp-pawed puppy snoozing at my feet. Hope your Sundays are all going as well.

Vote Early, Vote Often....

Yeah okay, not quite posting Saturday as promised. Better late than later...

From last week's Tuesday Feline Picspam Caption Contest, your nominees...

NOTE: PLEASE CHOOSE ONE! (I had to break the poll for space restrictions only, not multiple choice!)

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OMFG YAY!

For those who might be wondering... no I did not have a heart attack, an aneurysm, or sprain anything.

No thanks to the frakkin Giants, who made me suffer for it. Oy.

Guys, brilliant, hard-fought game, you looked mostly-fabulous, but enough with the field goals instead of the touchdowns, ok? Our lives will last longer if you stop doing that.

[on the other hand, way to shut down the Dallas housewarming party. *evil toothy grin*]


EtA: not that the person I said it to will testify, but damnit, when Eli first took the field his freshman year, I said he was going to be a QB in the style of Phil Baby (Simms). Cool, precise under pressure, steady when it gets hot... now if we could lick that time-clock management problem once and for all...