They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling DruidContinue reading “The Billy the Kid and D Files, Pt 3”
Category Archives: Dubh an Suile
Frabjous Friday
D: Oh, A. That’s not even a word. A: You sound so disappointed, D. It is a word. It’s on the internet. D: . . . A: I saw it in the Urban Dictionary. That means it’s a word.* Plus, it’s awesome and it means Johnny Depp dances in a kilt. There is little elseContinue reading “Frabjous Friday”
The Billy the Kid and D Files, Pt 2
They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling DruidContinue reading “The Billy the Kid and D Files, Pt 2”
The Billy the Kid and D Files
They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling DruidContinue reading “The Billy the Kid and D Files”
Now a word from our sponser
A: D!! D, Where are you? D: Over here! A: D, what are you doing? Are those weights? D: Green Embers gave me a face, A. But he also gave me pects. A: Did he ever! Isn’t that the greatest? Plus, now I can call a pecty-Pict! Ha! D: You have no shame. A: NoneContinue reading “Now a word from our sponser”
The Druid Tells the Tale . . . for Ionia
There is a woman on this place you call the blogosphere. Her name is Ionia Martin, and she is Queen. It has been my honor, in my travels, to serve as advisor to clan lairds and sing at their hearth; I have known kings and scholars, and yet I have known none like Ionia. IContinue reading “The Druid Tells the Tale . . . for Ionia”
The Druid Tells the Tale, Again
If you’ve been watching this space and following along, you probably know that A is experiencing some angst over the fact that her attitude towards me, and the story I’m telling through her, has changed. Really, what she’s annoyed at is that I made her cry. Personally, I think it serves her right. I mayContinue reading “The Druid Tells the Tale, Again”
The Druid tells the tale
Who says A has to be here all the time? (Um, D, it says so right in the title of the blog.) (Go back to your writing, woman. You are woefully behind in your word count if you have any intention of completing 50k words by July 31.) A has been remiss the last fewContinue reading “The Druid tells the tale”
The D/A Dialogues 
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