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Evan stopped the car at the edge of a forest. He took a deep breath, relieved it would soon be done. After far too much haggling, lady Bogale had agreed – with far too many admonishments. The old huntress had just wanted to make herself bigger.
He looked at the slave he had bought free. Child-small and fragile beauty, it followed his example and got out.
When Evan took off the iron ring around its neck, it smiled for the first time. Those long, needle- sharp teeth ripped out Evan’s throat easily, and the elf finally ran free again.

Elsa looked around scornfully.
The lab was a big clicé, full of dark wood and leather props, candles stuck on skulls chipping highlights off inlaid runes. At least they had a pickled dragon embryo rather than the old stuffed alligator…
She finally got the joke when she saw the familiar.
Nobody expected a sun conure.

There was a landslide near a former brown coal strip mine, which swallowed a few houses.
It is a tragedy, what with three people dead and over forty people having to leave their homes because they are so close to the new edge now, but I find the photos strangely fascinating. The house that used to be semi-detached and now is detached looks so surreal, particularly in the last-but-second image, where you get a decent view of the garden.

My apologies for linking to the Daily Mail, but they had the best (or possibly “best”) selection of photos I could find in the time I was willing to spend.

Stories of 55 words? Well, ‘s better than the 140 characters minus the “#microfiction” tag on Twitter…

Stretching Limits
They had called him mad, but he had proved them wrong by creating a being that they had considered impossible, showing that not a natural law, but merely habit had dictated the humanoid shape of golems so far.
He loved it when learning about his tortoise-shaped mobile home gave people new ideas.

Well, what with cold and otherwise induced brainfog, this was a dead month, blogging-wise. Let’s start the next one off, then.

I’m way more proud than I should be about finishing the Zodiac Chickens series. If you want to see all on one view, try the “Zodiac” tag.

Insect Photos:

Stag beetles are supposedly very rare, yet we keep finding them in our garden. I think it’s because our family tends to leave treestumps in the earth; the beetles’ larvae feed on rotting wood.

Flowers and other Nature stuff:

And some old-ish buildings: