Katie Sullivan

Fickle Friday

A: So D, are you feeling better? D: Better than what, A? A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing. D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that. A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude. D: Despite that he is not a warrior’sContinue reading “Fickle Friday”

Claude, Part 3: A Choice

A: D – are you OK, D? D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask? A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold? D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do. A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs. D: A, this is not the time for your ponderingsContinue reading “Claude, Part 3: A Choice”

Double, double, toil and trouble

. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”

Thank the bead it’s over

D: A, I think you spelled “Bede” wrong. A: What? No, I didn’t. D: You mean you weren’t giving thanks to the Venerable Bede even though he has nothing to do with this particular book? A: That is really random, D. You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. D: Oh, wait, I know whatContinue reading “Thank the bead it’s over”

Dark moon rising 6.6.13

D: A I don’t feel very good about this. A: Superstitious? You? D: Um, A – I traveled through time; discovered that the Tuatha Dé Danann were real, lived actual myths and created a few of my own. You have to ask? A: I know, but it really isn’t anything – it’s not a fullContinue reading “Dark moon rising 6.6.13”

Claude, Part 2: Escape

A: Here it is, Part 2! D: Cute pup. My hounds would have had him for breakfast. A: Not so fast, D. Claude is on his way to being an angel. I have a feeling he would have stuck in your hounds’ throat. D: Possibly. Although, I impersonated a god and that never stopped peopleContinue reading “Claude, Part 2: Escape”

Just click your heels three times

D: Oh please, A, not a post about your obsession with that girl and her sparkly red shoes. A: They’re really silver, but Ms. Garland did make the red ones iconic. I have a few pairs myself. Did you know, when I was little, I thought I was Dorothy? D: I wondered why there was aContinue reading “Just click your heels three times”

On with the show

A: No, D. Don’t do it. D: What? A: Don’t make me choose between you. D: A? A: I mean it, D. This is work. D: But I— A: No, I mean, they pay me. I have to. D: But– A: It’s the Show, D. I have to go; I’m scheduled. D: A, you canContinue reading “On with the show”

A mark of distinction or distraction?

“. . . I had the idea before Eoghan reacted the way he did to your revelation – and between you and me, Maureen, we need to decide together if we’re going to announce that we’re time travelers. That kind of information could be dangerous to the wrong people.” “Sean, they stopped burning witches overContinue reading “A mark of distinction or distraction?”

Updates, or why I fail at goals

A: Get in the box, D. D: But– A: Stop stalling, D, and get in the box . . . please. D: But I am claustrophobic. A: Not even that nice shiny blue one? D: A, I am a time-travelling Pictish warrior-prince and Druid, not a time-travelling alien with two hearts. A: Killjoy. D: Crabby.Continue reading “Updates, or why I fail at goals”