Category: Estate News

Shelter.  That’s all a body could want, this deep into the season.  Somewhere to hole up against the cold, when not clawing needful things from…

The start of the Season of Shelter is always difficult.  Food is scarce, the air is bitterly cold and brutal, and it seems like the…

The skies are the color of dark steel, and equally cold and cutting. Scavengers emerge from their hovels only rarely, bundled in whatever rags they’ve…

  The full Season of Hoarding has come and gone since I last forced an article out of this battered old word-masheen.  Food has become…

The Season of the Fire King meets its second moon.  Buzzards wheel effortlessly in the burning sky, while the bipeds below do what scavenging they…