His face was heavy, as if little bags of sand had been painlessly sewn into various parts of it, dragging the features away from the bones, if he still had bones in his face. Boy knew from hangovers.
My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]
He’s that globe looking cactus dealie at the lower right. His name, 6fge5i8jn5tfe3, translates to Ron in English. And yes, your eyes deceive you not. Those are tribbles at the lower left. Maintained by the triffids in suspended animation, they have been hauled here to be reanimated and released when the actual triffid world dominance […]
Scene – Curtain up reveals ready room of Admiral’s flagship. The Admiral, a grim visaged chipmunk, is seated. Facing him, standing stiff at attention is as fine a chipmunk as ever sailed the seven seas. Admiral: At ease, Captain. Report. Captain: Yes, sir. She’s almost ready. Admiral: Almost isn’t good enough, Captain. You must have […]
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
