Happy birthday to beelavender, mister_wolf, terracinque, and the fabulous slipjig (aka one of my three favorite Adams)!
Oh hai, I iz down with the sickness.
Check out team_tim's portrait of Katrina here. For people who want things in chronological order... this is about forty years before Our Story Begins. In about ten years (possibly less; I have trouble rooting things in time), she'll be lured into the Council's breeding program and produce Tessa, Alanna, Katrianna, and - secretly - Julia.
There will be a special treat on the site starting January 15.
Wind Tunnel Dreams
Thanks to new sponsors i_descend, vampry, thisdaydreamer, amenquohi, and befers, we're up to $75; goal is $165. Thank you guys! Those who don't read over the weekend missed the fortune-teller and the serpent-girl; you might want to read those before today's.
I'm hoping for an end-of-story surge in sponsorships to help me get a little closer to my goal, but $75 is still a respectable amount for a short story posted online... once the story's done, I'll figure out how much I got paid per word.
* The Machine-Animals of Nantes. Including a giant squid.
* Stop taking that silly presidential-candidate meme seriously, y'all. Let pnh educate you.
* Cory Doctorow on artists' rights.
* Yeah, this is totally me in the morning.
* First look at Lost Boys 2: The Tribe.
Despite more than a decade of winter darkness, Saturn's north pole is home to an unexpected hot spot remarkably similar to one at the planet's sunny south pole. The source of its heat is a mystery. Now, the first detailed views of the gas giant's high latitudes from the Cassini spacecraft reveal a matched set of hot cyclonic vortices, one at each pole.
Black Lace: The embodiment of Victorian funereal elegance. A delicate sugar-spun vanilla cream cotton, stained by tobacco and incense smoke, Indian musk, and drops of cognac.
In bottle: Dark, musky vanilla, with a trace of cognac.
On me: Yum. Foody without being foody. Spiked the cognac, but not boozy.
C. AUGUSTE DUPIN: Well-worn leather and lavender-lime cologne.
In bottle: Leather, but saddle leather rather than leather-jacket leather. Raw at the edges.
On me: Leather and lavender. What an odd combination.
THE HOUSE: Rotted ebony wood, faded incense, moldy earth, creeping moss, and blighted roses.
In bottle: Earth and moss and a trace of non-chemical rose.
On me: Slightly-chemical rose takes over. :(
LENORE: A dark and bellicose scent that speaks of loss, lament, bitterness and breast-beating woe: thick black vetiver, sharp white musk and lemon peel, smoke and saffron, patchouli, thyme and black plum.
In bottle: Vetiver, patchouli, and smoke.
On me: Dark and smoky.
MADELINE: The mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death: white rose, calla lily, ti leaf, myrrh, stephanotis, casket wood, upturned earth, and wilted ivy.
In bottle: Sweet flowers and ivy.
On me: Mostly ivy.
Wind Tunnel Dreams, yoga if I can handle it, lawyer stuff, violin practice, finishing overdue library book.