I like that the worg looks as startled as the people within Braggadocio’s earshot, as if Bragga cooked it so quickly that it’s somehow still conscious and not quite sure how it got here. (It’s more of a modified pig […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I usually write these annos a few days to a few weeks in advance, just to keep ’em coming steadily without slowing up the rest of my life too much. So I gotta say, I wasn’t exactly expecting the protest […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I have to admit, Phil did a better job than I remembered of pulling the various threads of this story into the speech. Byron probably doesn’t need E-Merl, Frigg, or Sundar to tell him about the quest-post situation: he’s plugged […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
What, LAST page had end quote marks where it shouldn’t, and THIS page has NO quote marks in the captions? And what’s going on with the periods? …Phil was tired, T, that’s what. Okay, as I stumble offstage, have another comment from Chris, this […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Finally we see the fruits of Phil’s Byron’s long labors. Though the imagery of Brunhilde and the Silver Centurion and the others fighting side by side, with the surviving “cubs” gathering in a bar to remember the dead, is, perhaps, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
