“. . . while the Tree cheered rain-lash and lightning.”
I’m not going to remember which convention it was — aside it was a southern con — standing in the Dealer’s Room, describing this scene to Stephe Pagel, and being so very pleased with it. Stephe perhaps more befuddled than pleased, but he Lacked Context.
Also? The black dragon’s last flight . . . those kids (in their mid-50s at the time) could write a sentence or two. Yeah. Wow.
The cats are informing me that it’s Happy Hour, which it isn’t quite, yet. OTOH, a glass of wine would be welcome to the bartender, so Happy Hour it is.
Everybody stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.