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When we were done, Ternerr pulled out his screen computer, claws poised to type.
“So.  Your suggestions?”
“I…think we’re good,” I said.  “The canoes on the rooftops are a nice touch.”  The warriors could easily maneuver to safety if the water level rose too high.
“Anything else?”
“No, not really.”
His eyes narrowed like a cat’s and he looked over his glasses at me, stern as a librarian.  “You’re going to leave me to face the Warfather with that?”
I squirmed.

Writing

TOMORROW’S OCTOBER FIRST SO IMMA  REMIND YOU WHAT THAT MEANS

Nonstop Halloween.  On this tumblr. 

If scurry things are not your cup o’ tea you may wanna sit this month out.  Though I’ve mixed in witches and goofy bats and such.  The week before Halloween is gonna be Hillie intensive though.

PS in case you’ve forgotten, I could draw nosferatus  ALL DAY EVERY DAY. Forever nos, yo!