Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Scribbledehobbledehoyden: The Magpie's Eye: Page 135

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In the melodrama woods, underpaper-mâché moon, he was lost among the stick trees.

Believe it or not, I wasn't being sarcastic about generic fantasy there.  I was trying out words, looking to see if there was an interesting story to be told in that mode.  I didn't find one.  But that doesn't mean it couldn't be done.

Blood Gothic.

That's a fun little fantasy house, if I do say so myself.  

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