“Shush!” Jolene wrapped her hand over her mouth, pulling her to the wall. “Don’t you realize.” she whispered. “Our clothes, the full building, you being called a slave, Davy freaking Crockett! Misty, we’re part of the Battle of the Alamo!” Reply Tanuki56 on December 19, ...
I was released from the spell of that bloodstained black body all mixed up with grey-black mud. I was going back to baths and decent food and aeronautics and Beatrice. I was going back to Beatrice and my real life again—out of this well into which I had fallen. It ...
but they are also many. Learning to read Chinese is simply orders of magnitudes more difficult than learning to read most alphabetical languages. Writing them from memory is even more of a pain. Thankfully, they 1) have at least some internal consistency and 2) aren’t infinite in...