SandRider wrote:and what vile stench hath now crept-in
past filtering filaments of my nostril-hairs,
to assail my fevered brain and tear at my soul ?
a familiar scent, to be sure, pungent, loamy,
almost forgotten yet always remembered,
if only as a vague notion of loathing and dread ...
so then stands the dusty figure revealed,
a nightmare-mirage returned to the light of day;
in blind-terror then gather the children to safe-places:
Chigger, Thou Art Villain ... !!
THOU dar'st speak of stench, sirrah?
Whilst the deathreek of thy poxed nether parts
Pools greenly about thy feet
Like a poor Wood-of-the-Holly special effect?
I have heard of only one mistake that doesn’t have an explanation for a careful reader...with an open mind. (And, no, I’m not going to tell you what it is!) —KJA
I don't like every writer's style; for instance, I have never been able to get through Ursula LeGuin, China Mieville, or Iain Banks, all of whom are critical darlings. —KJA
I...had written a bunch of Star Wars and X-Files books...that proved not just that I'm a hack, but that I could write in somebody else's universe... —KJA