The long, bloodied fingernails of the clowns scrabbled at my doors and windows as I hastily applied the last of my whiteface, tears streaming down my cheeks.
A magical land of pastels and hearts and talking animals is planning an invasion of Earth and persuading young girls to act as their agents and spies; after all, everyone should have a little magic in their life (whether they want it or not).
"It's all right, Mommy," said Suzie (sweet Suzie, who would never hurt a fly, and oh, God, why was she still holding the knife?), "they said that you'd be angry at the start, but you won't be angry for long."
The Tricksters, the Gods of the Crossroads and the Monarchs of the Cats are having their once-every-hundred-year gathering in Las Vegas, during the Consumer Electronics Show.
Luci, young witch and single mother navigates thru the politics of the grand council to explain why she would rather live with average humans while trying to keep her baby's potential secretive.
"When you have power every day, when you live and breathe and dream power, you forget what it is to be powerless, and you lose the ability to feel empathy for those whose power has been taken away from them," said Luci quietly.
...now I'm thinking of a King of the Cats (not necessarily our favorite one) vs. the Aslin Mice. Whose name I have misspelled, I'm sure, and I apologize muchly. Been out of the house for 14 hours. No brain.
A young mathematician discovers a powerful new deduction system, and sets about trying to proving anything he can. Unbeknownst to her/him, what he proves becomes true, rather than the other way around.
The numbers didn't lie; the numbers were impeachable in their honesty, because without the simple truths of the mathematical world, the universe must fall unavoidably into chaos.
Wealthy housewife in magic proscribed country accidentally casts a spell to reduce her son's fever and is instantly magically transported (without her son) to a magic academy/jail where she must prove that she has control of her magic before she may return.
The law, which had always seemed so fair and even-handed before, was suddenly revealed as a great grasping beast that had needed only a thin shadow to hide within, and oh, that beast had teeth.
1) My darling Hubby has become the unofficial Lord Protector of Lost and Found Bats.
2) Hot, sweaty, and looking like I'd just rolled in dust and grass clippings, is definitely not how I wanted to meet the lord and lady of the new faerie mound.
3) Trickster waited patiently until everyone in the boat was too drunk to fish before tying all their fishing lines together and then easing the boat across the countyline into the dry county end of the reservoir, finally, hungry from all his work, Trickster took all the bass they'd caught for his dinner.
4) I know a lot of men who'd rather lend someone their girlfriend than let them monkey around with their moonshine still, so I wasn't surprized when ol Matty Groves got right crotchety with the local lord of the faeries for meddling with his still.
For a generation that had grown up with the Autobots and Johnny 5 as their robot companions, the sudden sapience of the Prius seemed not only preordained, but over a decade past due.
Her lips are cold (of course they are cold; she is clay, cold clay, and never more to be warm) and as boundless as the shores of a pond; they are the same age, for death erases all boundaries, and they wrap each other close, arm to arm, unbeating heart to unbeating, unbroken heart.
The sea is calm, but that is her strength, and her greatest lure; she is always calm, and no man, however long he loves her, can ever see beneath that pretty mirror to the true blackness of her hidden, harbored heart.
Mathematician finally figures out which whorl of the Mandelbrot set will provide accurate data of this universe's past/present/future totality, for use in a freemium crystal ball app.
A roadwitch and a shaman (modern day! any culture/trad!) meet at a truck stop to renew their acquaintance, pass news of interest to each community, and negotiate the peace between their respective groups for another lunar year....
The annual conference of cryptozoological creatures is usually held in Las Vegas. You'd be surprised who doesn't even blink when a chupacabra walks by.
Six dragon princesses, resplendent in last season's fashions and this season's curves, walked arm-in-arm down the promenade, like movie stars on their way to a premiere.
I put the idea to Katie (11) and Abby (7), and here's what they came up with.Abby: A member of the faerie court falls ill; despite the many talents of their own doctors, the faeries are forced to find a human doctor for the faerie to survive.</p>
Katie: Somehow a hill-sized ogre (means well, but clumsy, dopey) becomes trapped in the humans' world. She notes that hill sized means like the hills behind Cal State-East Bay, and they eat deer, trees, and rocks.
The wonders of the hill and the magics of the tree were theirs to know, but ah, the strange magic of "group insurance," that was slightly beyond their ken.
Katie:
"You said I could have a pet," said Katie, with the inexorable logic of the pre-teen girl, while behind her on the hill, her "puppy" chewed serenely on a Pinto.
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2) Hot, sweaty, and looking like I'd just rolled in dust and grass clippings, is definitely not how I wanted to meet the lord and lady of the new faerie mound.
3) Trickster waited patiently until everyone in the boat was too drunk to fish before tying all their fishing lines together and then easing the boat across the countyline into the dry county end of the reservoir, finally, hungry from all his work, Trickster took all the bass they'd caught for his dinner.
4) I know a lot of men who'd rather lend someone their girlfriend than let them monkey around with their moonshine still, so I wasn't surprized when ol Matty Groves got right crotchety with the local lord of the faeries for meddling with his still.
Have fun!
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begincontinue the process of taking over the world from humanity.2) A riot in downtown Boston accidentally contributes the blood magic necessary to finish a dark ritual.
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(Part of me wants to add, "THEY FIGHT CRIME!")
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Katie: Somehow a hill-sized ogre (means well, but clumsy, dopey) becomes trapped in the humans' world. She notes that hill sized means like the hills behind Cal State-East Bay, and they eat deer, trees, and rocks.
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The wonders of the hill and the magics of the tree were theirs to know, but ah, the strange magic of "group insurance," that was slightly beyond their ken.
Katie:
"You said I could have a pet," said Katie, with the inexorable logic of the pre-teen girl, while behind her on the hill, her "puppy" chewed serenely on a Pinto.
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