Not Surprising, Really

That's right, I haven't managed anything new this week, so instead I will be putting up a story I wrote when I was seventeen. I'm not good now, so don't expect anything special from this one.

Maricia [01.00]

( The Lady Maricia Jen Faddak spent much of the early evening studying reports in her antechamber. The Moon Room, she liked to call it, for the holes carved in the white marble ceiling and shaped to match its phases. Pale silvery shafts of cloud-glow shone through the curved transoms and pooled on the floor to make this the brightest room in the apartments she shared with her husband – the White Chambers of Faddak, a suite of rooms made from white marble, set in the heart of the otherwise drab stone castle she had called home for the past twenty years. She sometimes imagined that this is what it would look like in the lands beyond the protection of the gods, with the brilliant moon lighting up the night-time almost as bright as the Day she had heard returning soldiers speak of )

Phrase of the Moment

As in "I'm sure as hell not going to let you" sure as hell seems to have been started by people for whom hell was a fact beyond question. Of course the literal meaning of the phrase is the opposite of how it is used but there is no way in hell I am going to stop using it just because it is nonsensical. And no, I don't have any thoughts on that one yet.