Ah, this is the best, it’s the best. It’s the deepest, the sweetest, it’s the saddest. What else can compare? Nuttin’, I’m tellin’ ya, nuttin’. No-one is ideal and perfect, here, not even the robot who was constructed to be that way. And that’s good, because beauty and love are incompatible with perfection.
If you don’t cry a little, you probably don’t have a soul. But your robot might.
Eh. Three instructions for this week, and the first is to catch fireflies or make snow angels. Uhhhh… I don’t know where I could catch fireflies. I’m not sure it’s even the time of year for fireflies. And no snow here, bud.
Philip and Adam are back together after breaking up for a while, and Adam’s still on top and wielding the whip hand. At least he thinks he is, anyway, when Philip lets him. But when Adam gets frisky with a sexy new client, there’s liable to be hell to pay, and a whole lot of spanking going on…
Scott is a werewolf: a submissive wolf. A submissive werewolf escort and whore, to be accurate, paying his way through grad school via spankings and canings, turning tricks in a supernatural brothel. His client for the evening is John, a dom who certainly looks like he knows a trick or two…
William doesn’t want to attend the company social organised by his buddy, CEO’s PA Belle. Because he doesn’t have a date. Because she’s arranged for him to escort that same CEO, handsome disreputable charmer Jonathan Pokklin. Because he has a crush on Pokklin. Because it’s not a Prom, damn it!
I read it a long time ago, and to the best of my memory I just didn’t agree with at least half of King’s assertions. But you can’t argue with his sales, and The Dead Zone is one of my favourite books ever. He’s got to know what he’s doing!
It’s week 4 of my ‘Art & Soul, Reloaded‘ project! Well, week 4 and a bit, actually. But I’m getting back on track, right on there, just a little behind schedule. This week’s project is a little origami. Or at least, producing a 3D object out of paper.
Heck. I have always been just terrible at origami. But here we go, scrabbling through the craft box, looking for pretty colours and sugar-paper.
Pam also demands, in this chapter, an excuse for creative procrastination, if you’re engaging in it. Damn.
“Netflix. Ask Netflix. It’s ALL THEIR FAULT, see? And Ted Danson is fucking ripper in ‘The Good Place’. It’s the role of his life, and I can’t possibly miss an ep. Go ask him.”
But I am prodding and poking around in my old craft box, sorting through glue and glitter and sparkly paper, and ehh, feeling sad. It’s been a long time since I’ve tinkered with any of it, and that’s a shame. I used to love it.
Francis has been dating pack Alpha werewolf Jonas Greyashe for three months now. But what’s his status? Is he significant other, casual squeeze, occasional hook-up… or mate? It’s not just Francis who wants to know… Sequel to A Bookstore, A Werewolf and a Full Moon.
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