Author: B. Zedan

I'm just an obsessive maker of things who never quite finished that art degree. My library has a solid chunk of pulpy science fiction and a wide range of reference books. I can do most anything, just in a workmanlike fashion. Apparently, this includes writing. So, I'm going to do my writey stuff over here. Lookit me go.

The Consoling Divide: A Community

B. Zedan

Later, Emily shook her head. “Everybody here has more vitality than any other group of Folk I’ve encountered.” She and Tanis had claimed one of the rooms in the suite for their own, leaving Ian, the sylph and the hare to figure out their own arrangements. She paced back and forth while Tanis got into bed. “They’re so much more satisfied with life. I mean, the Folk at the Institute are mostly happy, sure, but they keep to themselves, or in their own little groups. Here, though, all those little…

The Consoling Divide: Accommodations

B. Zedan

Their time spent waiting swung between comfortable and tense, depending on if they noticed José or not. Tanis ate twice and napped once more before part of the wall seamlessly slid aside and a dwarf stepped out to meet them. A cheerily lit tunnel framed him. “I’m sorry.” His voice was rough, but soft. “We almost never monitor this access door. And with Winter moving in, the visitor signal went ignored.” “It’ll only be short wait, you told us.” Ian scooped the hare into his basket and slung it over…

The Consoling Divide: Joe Blow

B. Zedan

Eventually, the conversation turned to Abby. “I wasn’t surprised when she decided to move completely to the Sidhe.” The hare tapped at a card and Tanis discarded it for him. “She was the quickest to unlock her abilities. The girl took to dryads like roots to water.” He groomed his whiskers slyly. Ian rewarded him with a disgusted grin. “Yeah, Abby always was a tree-hugger.” “Ugh,” Emily groaned. “I forgot about the puns. I’m so glad the rest of you didn’t turn out to be things that were such easy…