

Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 3
He’d always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he’d thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn’t anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn’t know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn’t even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperatu


Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 2
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn’t quite remember how she’d been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious. &nbs


An Evening With Sings-to-TreesSings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.An Evening With Sings-to-Trees
He was saved from being a young maiden’s fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost
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Life's NOT a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body; but rather skidding in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand, Godiva in the other - body thoroughly used up and worn out; and screaming: "WOOHOO! What a ride!"
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Life's NOT a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body; but rather skidding in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand, Godiva in the other - body thoroughly used up and worn out; and screaming: "WOOHOO! What a ride!"
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