Your statement is technically accurate–I am going through some trying times indeed right now, after what happened in Mottom’s palace. But while I may have had some temporary difficulties regarding my head, I did not lose so poorly as to fall into Ciocie’s clutches.
Why did Zoss, choose, in all of creation, our dear Allyson? He knows her better than she knows herself. And he knows there are many such, but why not her? He was bold enough to breech the heavens and steal creation from the gods. He knows the depths of mortal ambition. But he is male. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned — or underestimated. She’s adjusting. She’s probing. And now she knows what the gods themselves do not: she alone is the rightful heir. And she knows that the gods themselves do not know it. Some dangerous games are afoot here.
Take heed, dear Allyson. Trust no one. You have no friends in all creation, not even Zoss. Soon you will betray even him. Do not despair — you do not yet see. But it is his will, and desire, that it be so.
Cio burst upon the ghastly scene, arriving just in the nick of time to swing into action on a handy bit of rigging and seize the fainting Alison singlehandedly from the clutches of evil Queen Mottom. Safe atop a futtock-braced semi-sternsail crow’s nest, they sped away in the fine ship Cio had cleverly acquired (crewed by several other people whose activities would only bore you, dear reader, if I mentioned them) as Queen Mottom, left far behind, gnashed her teeth and displayed a succession of agitated postures indicative of rage.
Now they were alone together, lost in the hurtling night skies.
Above them shone the cryptic stars. Cio felt Alisons scantily-clad pale body and proud breasts pressed, quivering, against her own practically naked fine, blue, equally-quivering body, and her erotically significant zones.
Alison looked adoringly up at her rescuer. “Oh…oh Cio” Alison breathed. “Take me now. Make me a woman”
As they embraced in a fashion which I, dear reader, blush to relate, Cio felt her erotically significant zones quivering with a tempestuous passion they had never quivered with before.
Nyave is so cute.
History is not what has happened, but what the Royalty has chosen as worthy to be seen by the future.
The weight of anything desirable can be lifted by a broken arm, for the desire of the desirable is to be possessed!
I’m in love with look on Princess’s face.
oh no! her fanfics!
On some worlds they probably use a variant of Maxwell’s Demon as actual nanites.
Magitech is weird.
Wow, a new page! Got addicted to you comic! Really cool and unusual setting, keep doing that! Wish you best inspiration! Regards.
Oh ho ho, the smugness in this page…
The smugness in this page!
Princess’s revenge, act 1.
Good friend Ingsvld, do you know this book?
Ah cliques with in cliques…What a devil won’t do to f#*k over another devil…
Have I not been paying attention? Where did the book come from?
It’s Cio’s, we last saw it… on the way to the Palace? i think.
We see the Geas Knight continues having a hard time of things. Rest assured your trials will be duly observed and noted.
That’s not INGSVLD, just his kin.
Your statement is technically accurate–I am going through some trying times indeed right now, after what happened in Mottom’s palace. But while I may have had some temporary difficulties regarding my head, I did not lose so poorly as to fall into Ciocie’s clutches.
To the surprise of none, condescending to a King works out poorly for the supercilious party.
AL-YISUN has been improving her ability to cut. I’d be concerned about the book too.
Devils: The nanites of the KSBD world(s)
“How does that thing work?”
“Devils!”
“How do devils work?”
“…devils?”
Infinitely recursive devils all the way down
Hah! Dark spirits, devil liquor. A masterful pun indeed, Preem Abaddon.
COUP.
She wields those scissors like a sword.
Coups are my trigger. PUNISH. THE. DECEIVER!
Why did Zoss, choose, in all of creation, our dear Allyson? He knows her better than she knows herself. And he knows there are many such, but why not her? He was bold enough to breech the heavens and steal creation from the gods. He knows the depths of mortal ambition. But he is male. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned — or underestimated. She’s adjusting. She’s probing. And now she knows what the gods themselves do not: she alone is the rightful heir. And she knows that the gods themselves do not know it. Some dangerous games are afoot here.
Take heed, dear Allyson. Trust no one. You have no friends in all creation, not even Zoss. Soon you will betray even him. Do not despair — you do not yet see. But it is his will, and desire, that it be so.
To trust and to allow are hearty skills
that take great rhythm and a steady hand.
Slow your heart and you will act more freely.
Devil drive fuel! The only fuel made for devils, by devils, OUT OF devils!
Lesson of rulership #317: gratitude only goes so far.
The embarassing fan-fic is revealed.
Cio burst upon the ghastly scene, arriving just in the nick of time to swing into action on a handy bit of rigging and seize the fainting Alison singlehandedly from the clutches of evil Queen Mottom. Safe atop a futtock-braced semi-sternsail crow’s nest, they sped away in the fine ship Cio had cleverly acquired (crewed by several other people whose activities would only bore you, dear reader, if I mentioned them) as Queen Mottom, left far behind, gnashed her teeth and displayed a succession of agitated postures indicative of rage.
Now they were alone together, lost in the hurtling night skies.
Above them shone the cryptic stars. Cio felt Alisons scantily-clad pale body and proud breasts pressed, quivering, against her own practically naked fine, blue, equally-quivering body, and her erotically significant zones.
Alison looked adoringly up at her rescuer. “Oh…oh Cio” Alison breathed. “Take me now. Make me a woman”
As they embraced in a fashion which I, dear reader, blush to relate, Cio felt her erotically significant zones quivering with a tempestuous passion they had never quivered with before.
Oh no she’s an engineer aaaaand I’m in love. IT KEEPS HAPPENING.