Poor Imp

A poor little kid, freckled, who gets teased to the devil and back for her name and has a runny nose from sniffling about it. -- Anton Betrenitov

Brings to mind an author my younger sister loves: Vivian Vande Velde. (American young adult writer, I think?) With that in mind: A short story, or short story collection with ...

A bleak, dark-eyed fellow with sleepless, circled eyes and a name that seems like fate intended to make him a laughing-stock; he can't be happy if he tries. -- Skelta

It makes me think of a children's pop-up book. ^_^'' But if it weren't, I think I'd assume it were some sort of magical realism, or coming-of-age tale; being incongruous, ...

A slight girl, noble birth or some such thing; dark hair and cool manner about everything, though she doesn't truly mean it. -- Previn

Oy, 'tis longer than the prologue. I suppose I'll print it out - it'll make my remarks more comprehensive - and more reasonable - than if I rush through it ...

No. Or I guess I could. Hey, if I wanted to, right? -Tov If it's in the abstract I do. Bloody Hell, you can believe anything if it's abstract. -Piers ...

Hey Adam - I know I haven't gotten a critique on the first chapter, but I wanted to run through the second, if possible, while I had time. ^_^ “Will ...

One of those young adult, 'real' fiction, sort of things? I'm afraid it wouldn't interest me in the least. Not on title - but with intriguing cover art, perhaps I'd ...

Hey -- off buildings, right? Ha. Er, serious? -Tov No, not that I remember. -Piers --- Fond of heights?

Putin is a bloody idiot, worse - he doesn't have the excuse of mere idiocy for his Soviet-inspired rule. Painfully negligent on what matters. Oy, I can't say it in ...

Two. Probably. Unless you mean like 'Leda says, right? Doesn't like language . -Tov English, and I can read Spanish, Italian - bloody useless in this city. -Piers -- What ...

I can't say why precisely, but I like it -- you'd have to say it charms me. It's a sort of connotation, and the lighter tone of 'coppery' rather than ...

Granted -- they drive you mad and you throw yourself off a skyscraper. I wish I had Nationals quals. now before I lose focus. @_@

Tov hesitated, the briefest half-flicker of a look and pause. Piers found it difficult to give him credit. A split-second later, he had ducked under Fedya's arm - out-flung and ...