I’d heard about Digger before, but never had the privelidge to read any! I’m really enjoying so far, and just wanted to express my thanks for sharing it this way. There arent enough practical, female heroines out there (wombat or not)..and I’m lovin her story.
My assumption is that their masks and cloaks were blocking their body heat. I’m writing off their endurance to the fact that they feed on the blood of a god.
I prefer my pickaxes with the handle roasted and encrusted in ground, extra-dry parmesan and a zest of the pickaxe head, preferably on a bed of curly-lea lettuce. Maybe a hint of lemon juice before cooking to counteract the woodiness of the stem.
I’m still not convinced that the metal-faces are the cold servants.
You’re all mad. Especially you, Murasaki. Colman’s English mustard for pickaxes, Dijon is for mattocks: trust me, I’m an Archaeologist, I know my Mattocks.
I’d heard about Digger before, but never had the privelidge to read any! I’m really enjoying so far, and just wanted to express my thanks for sharing it this way. There arent enough practical, female heroines out there (wombat or not)..and I’m lovin her story.
ahh, yes. the salt makes all the difference.
I prefer a bit of pepper and olive oil with my pickaxes.
Hm… They had much bigger eyes… So I’m guessing maybe they had been separated from normal hyenas long enough to adapt to very low lighting.
Are the cold servants undead or something? I mean, they don’t emit any body heat and they don’t seem to tire.
My assumption is that their masks and cloaks were blocking their body heat. I’m writing off their endurance to the fact that they feed on the blood of a god.
Nah…mustard for pickaxes. Preferably, dijon mustard. Not yellow/french.
OMG I just got why they’re different. Good use of earlier plot points. Bravo
And the hag was thrilled 😛
I prefer my pickaxes with the handle roasted and encrusted in ground, extra-dry parmesan and a zest of the pickaxe head, preferably on a bed of curly-lea lettuce. Maybe a hint of lemon juice before cooking to counteract the woodiness of the stem.
I’m still not convinced that the metal-faces are the cold servants.
You’re all mad. Especially you, Murasaki. Colman’s English mustard for pickaxes, Dijon is for mattocks: trust me, I’m an Archaeologist, I know my Mattocks.