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Hi! I’m Hector. My parents call me the Hs because I’m Hector Harmon, and my names start with Hs. This is the story of my fairy godbear. I wanted a fairy godmother because I wanted to her to grant my wishes, but I didn’t get wishes because I got a fairy godbear and he didn’t grant wishes. He tried to eat me. And I said, ‘Mr. Bear, don’t eat me!’ But he didn’t listen, because he was a bear.
You just can’t talk to bears. They’re very frustrating.
This is the northern half of the goblinlands. The Arsae and the goblinmounts, including Bloodharvest, are to the south and not included. The Doon plateau is the mountains on the west, and the Fhysay is the endless ocean to the north. The Dawn Sea or Thain Sea is the ocean to the east.
It takes a few days to website things: add links, remove placeholders, etc. I also have to do Amazon things which take a little longer. But Mara in paperback is live, and available for the low introductory price of $11.99. In a few months (I think it’s ninety days), the price will return to $14.99. But for now, $12 for Mara in paperback, and the Kindle version is staying at $10.
The eggs are laid unfertilized. They’re wet and soft-shelled, about the size of a grapefruit and slightly bean shaped. If they’re fertilized within a week, the shell hardens. They hatch in about a year. Unfertilized, they dry out in about a month.
The horror stories of goblindom often involve female goblins watching their eggs dry out and die.
Dread, warlord of Celephias, broke open eggs and killed developing ‘wetlings’ after the siege of Bloodharvest. This horror has no meaningful equivalent in goblin history. Thousands of goblins died at Bloodharvest, and tens of thousands of eggs, for it was one of the great nurseries and hatcheries of ancient Whitehall. Those were colocated with their governments. Dread destroyed them all.
Tatianna maybe?
Tried something with Julian that didn’t go. Might try Caine or Llewella.
Have an idea for Gerard, but the wheels turn like they’re rusty.
I really liked Prince Facesmasher Theodore Doomcakes. That bit consistently made me smile.
Rhebeqah left kudos on Man of the Land, which was a very serious work. Thank you, Rhebeqah!
I’m a fulltime student again, and my quarter ends this week. My finals and papers are all due in the next few days. After that, I do want to start hitting fanfic again. Hopefully get through some of the Nine.
I always would like to do a free promotion on Mara and the Trolls. The ebook is pretty nice, and the formatting is a lot better than I can do on AO3. Please be prepared for that.
Hector said, “Mr. Bear, it is time for us to do our homework.”
“Graa!” said the bear and ate Hector’s desk.
“Mr. Bear,” said Hector and shook his head. “Mr. Bear, Mr. Bear, Mr. Bear.”
There’s a bit of subtlety in the way Mara narrates things.
She’s five. Mara doesn’t really understand that other people have houses and apartments, that those homes have kitchens and bathrooms, and that people live there.
To Mara the kitchen isn’t just the kitchen in her house that she and her family use. It is the Kitchen, singular, the only one. It isn’t a common noun because other kitchens don’t exist in her world view. It’s a proper noun because when discussing kitchens, she is going to be discussing the Kitchen which is as distinct as the Atlantic Ocean is from other oceans. Probably more accurately, the Kitchen is as distinct as Mom is distinct. There aren’t lots of moms, there is one Mom: hers.
Cassie and Jack would not see it that way. They’ve seen a lot of kitchens, homes, and foster parents. Mara and Hector haven’t. To them, the mom issue would be: there are many moms but this Mom is mine. To Mara, there is only one Mom.
Nor have the younger twins really had the time to think about it. What’s the age of reason? About five? They’re suddenly understanding that yeah, these are things. There are many kitchens. Their parents are teachers. Wait until the fireworks happen when they realize that their teachers may also be parents.