Warning: Here be Splinters

A: Did you know that the De Havilland Mosquito was made of wood – plywood, balsa and birch? D: I do recall something of that nature. If I remember correctly, that is why I had no interest in flying in one of them. A: So, the immediacy of the war, death, danger and the fact […]

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I wanna rock!

A: I need the music loud and big tonight! D: How about some panpipes? I have a lovely set somewhere over– A: No, D – not any of your bard-y fireside music. I need big – it needs to be heard over a body of water – music. D: Ah, pipes, then? A: And drums. […]

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Updates, or why I fail at goals

A: Get in the box, D. D: But– A: Stop stalling, D, and get in the box . . . please. D: But I am claustrophobic. A: Not even that nice shiny blue one? D: A, I am a time-travelling Pictish warrior-prince and Druid, not a time-travelling alien with two hearts. A: Killjoy. D: Crabby. […]

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The lurker

“. . . What do you think, Dubhal, will he live?” “His head will hurt for a good while” a man replied from the shadows behind Sean, his voice a gruff rumble. “Here, chew on this.” He reached around and shoved something into Sean’s open palm. Hearing the voice, Sean realized the man – Dubhal […]

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