Majesty, if you must send your minions, the brown bats, to wander the halls of history in your name, please remind them to be gone before daylight finds them out. It really isn’t safe for even a very small and discreet brown bat to nap in the corner of the ceiling over the seminar room. People do look up, and not everyone is as fond of bats as you — or I.
Progress on The Book Presently Known as George:
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“By the starry garters of the night. . .Riva.” Silain looked into the depths of her mug, like the tea was a window and beyond it she watched the story unfold.