reminder: time is running out!

Bradhai stared at the man, certain he had heard him wrong.  “A Vineart does not leave his Yards,” he said.

“To protect his reputation – and those yards – a Vineart will do what ever he must,” Orgen said.  His voice was still gentle and soft, but there was no mistaking the sound of the trap sliding shut.

Bradhai had a choice – but it was no choice at all.


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Reminder: time is running out (24 days left!) to get in on the new Lands Vin novella!  There are no plans at this time to release it outside of the Kickstarter patrons, so if you're not in... you're out.


(likewise, the bonus "origin" stories for both Jerzy [the vineart war], and Wren & Sergei [the retrievers series])

O Come, All Ye Felines....

still in rough draft. Feel free to help out. :-)


O Come All Ye Feline
Purring or petulant
O come ye, O come ye to clip your claws.
Come and be nail-clipped,
For the sake of th'sofa;
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
For your own good.

O yowl, sweetest kittens,
Yowl in futile protest,
Yowl so all that hear you know your pain.
Give to me your paw without complaint;
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
Don’t you dare scratch me!

All Hail! With treats I bribe you,
On this fateful morning,
O felines! for evermore be your claws cut clean.
Household calm, no more flesh be rendering;
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
O come, let us clip you,
Peace is restored.