Lydia Fear came today. She wanted $1000 in return for her information. How prosaic. I was all set for some strange deal with consequences I couldn’t understand or something. I think I like her.
But the news was disturbing. The tattoo is the visual manifestation of a spiritual parasite grafted on to my soul. It’s draining energy of some kind (Mana? Life force? Emotions?) for an unknown purpose. Continue reading Xian Li Journal #4→
I haven’t even said what “it” is. This has been such a long day. I’m so tired. I’ve got to get this down.
My date: Ended kind of bad. I hope Theresa is still talking to me after today. I really hope so. The first part of the date was really good. It was the faerie kidnapping and all that other stuff that made things go badly. I realized today that I have an absolute terror of Arcadia. Being taken away, helpless, turned into something I’m not. I can’t imagine anything worse. And the terror that someone I really care about being there, and me not knowing is almost as bad. Continue reading Xian Li Journal 3→
David has finally figured out the uploader. And now instead of a big, full-sized cover, we get a little thumbnail image that doesn’t take so long to render. Click on it for a full-sized version.