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War is Noël / Finding Them, Part 7
Wherein Shit Gets Weird, Then Ends “Her name is Ana-Lennox Medianu,” I said, “and her friends called her Lenny, and our friends called her Carl. But considering what their nicknames were, she got off lightly.” “I’m listening,” Carla said. “A … Continue reading
War is Noël / Finding Them, Part 6
Wherein Shit is Both a Brick and a Creek, Due to Principles of Higher Physics Now, regardless of what I was saying a while back – you know, about the savagely random universe and how ultimately you can either solve the … Continue reading
War is Noël, Part 5
Wherein Shit Hits the Fan, Or at Least Starts To But it had actually started even before that. Sorry. Before we went travelling the world – and ultimately the universe – looking for more information about the bizarre phenomenon that … Continue reading
War is Noël, Part 4
Wherein Shit, Specifically This Shit, is Something for Which I am Getting Too Old Well, actually if I’m being honest, it had started before that, too. It started during Creepy’s retirement party. I don’t want to give you the wrong … Continue reading
War is Noël, Part 3
Wherein Shit Gets Real It had started before that, though. You could say the whole thing started with Carla’s kidnapping. This, in itself, was a bit of a difficult topic for us to tackle. We’d only just returned from an … Continue reading
War is Noël, Part 2
Wherein Shit Happens It had started with the Yuletide Corporation (Don’t Worry, It’s Just A Name), and the Red-Nosed Differential Engine. We’d never really been left with a choice once it got this far. Creepy loves a conspiracy, as well as … Continue reading
War is Noël, Part 1
Wherein Shit Seems to Make a Bad Habit of Finding Us It was everything you could imagine and more, a steampunk confection of pipes and water-wheels, turbines and treadmills and rumbling leather conveyor belts. Steam puffed and things on hooks … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 27
“Hey,” the security guard, who really didn’t look like he was having a good day, strode up to me along the puddly concrete floor. I hurriedly closed the case and stood up. “You can’t be down here. Like I just … Continue reading
With a Rebel Elf
The first time she saw them, it was in Rovaniemi, Finland. This was fair enough, since it was famously the home of Father Christmas and indeed she had been in the legendary “Santa Claus Village” tourist trap at the time. … Continue reading
The Tenth Reindeer
Everybody knows Rudolph, with his amazing fog-piercing nose. The other reindeer, shallow and vindictive as they were, also earned their places in the stories by redeeming themselves, admitting their mistakes and accepting Rudolph into their midst. Dancer, Vixen and Prancer, … Continue reading
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