“Preston Williams, your life is spent.”
That’s one realistic mask. Obviously, some new road safety campaign. “That’s not cool! Last thing I need is like a heart attack.”
Bony as fuck. Let’s see how committed they are. “If you’re Death, then you’ve got to let me play a game. Not chess. We’ll play Hide and Seek. You hide. If I find you, I win.”
“On one condition. My scythe is obvious enough you would find me easily; yet it cannot be left unattended.”
I take it and close my eyes.
When I open them, I know my duty.
A thousand feet scurry past.
Have you ever paused to appreciated a foggy night? The gentle caress of nothing across your skin?
Or smiled as the rain washed away the scurrying?
Can you imagine what it’s like to hear every heartbeat, see every pulse, in a world where everyone shouts and waves each moment to the heavens?
In my prime, I lurked in the shadows. Servants brought me swooning maidens. But there are no shadows left. And even swooning is done loudly.
Do you understand why I flee the sun?
The children of the day, what dreadful cacophony they make.
Do you find yourself needing to display the power and majesty of the Empire, without causing the more delicate members of your expedition to swoon at the sight of your power and majesty? I might have the solution.
I know I’ll be happier during an attack by chthonic entities knowing I don’t have to choose between taking the time to dress and having my valet shave me. And, as one of the first ten purchasers, the tailor added Tillighastification at no extra charge; so I’ll be equally protected against non-corporeal entities.
Simon and I made a conscious decision not to have a drawn-out series of pre-release happenings for our latest joint project. However, the first two volumes of Dragons & Magic are back from the beta-readers, the proofs have been approved, and two quarts of green ink have been sacrificed to Dar’Mit, God of Finding a Typo After You Submit. So, I now reveal to you the covers:
A charming Russian gentleman who apparently has a consignment of Nikon EOS 80D cameras available at bargain prices on his website*, left a comment on one of my posts saying the audio quality on this website might be the best he’d ever encountered.
As a lover of silence myself, I’m glad my efforts brought some joy.
*I won’t embarrass him by sharing a link.
The original trolley problem provides mental exercise enough, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some enjoyable twists on the form:
A runaway trolley is about to kill philosophy professors who invent trolley problems. Will you divert it?
– Peter Krantz (@peterkz_swe) August 14, 2016
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