Good news and bad news around here (as there always is). Almost done the last Clash of Clans book! Mixed feelings whenever I get through a book/series. I feel accomplished, then I miss the work, then I’m excited to start something new, then afraid that I won’t find something quickly…the usual free lancer angst :)

Fortunately I think I’ve already got something else lined up, but the deadline on one of my other projects got solidified and is tighter than I expected so I’ve got one other update lined up for Bear Nuts, and then I haven’t had time to write anything new, so I will probably have to take another hiatus.

TEXT:

Evil scooped up his necrotic arm and chucked it in Crack’s face. 

Crack shrieked, a discordant chime that echoed uncomfortably in this vast, misty nothing. Then he flailed ineffectually as the arm bounced off his head and dropped, dissolving almost immediately. Evil gaped as it disappeared. Maybe that was a mistake.

Murder landed with a splash, and a dirty look/honk in Evil’s direction. Prozac pushed Crack on the bird while gesturing at Evil. “You go back. You can’t help us here, and you’re fading. I have a bad feeling about your arm. Hopefully Gimp will be there when you wake up.”