Somebody isn't happy with their temp job. Not that he's going to quit or anything, but it just isn't his style, you know?

Diyn would say that the Judge is right, stupidity is its own enforcer, and the Judge does that VERY WELL.

Oh dear, I think Gerald might be developing a case of the vapors!

"Your pardon, Sire, but I was given to believe that I was to be hired as an animal trainer." ...

On the Fridays where there isn't a Splice update, we're gonna put up snippets of the edited version of Book 1. We're just too excited by how well it's going to keep it entirely to ourselves. So, check back every other Friday to see what else we're slipping to the kids when no responsible adults are watching!

Tracy Williams (the rock star artist behind Goodbye Chains drew this and I SO had to share omg squeeing forever now oh-em-gee.

Be awesome and follow Tre on teh Twatters for the love of all that is holy, or worship her from afar on deviantArt.

I keep thinking up captions for this. I can't help it.

Hello, everyone!

Things are finally looking up. I'm finally moving into my house (been in a hotel for the past almost-two months), which means in a few days things should be settled enough that I can get back into site work and annoying the snot out of everyone online.

Irk is writing as well, and is handling things like a champ. There will definitely be an update on Friday, barring some sort of worldwide disaster! ... *crossing fingers*

Today, we lost both a beloved member of the family, and one of our most supportive readers. Irk's grandmother, Joan Diez, passed away after a rather long and fruitful and asskicking life. There is no way to party hard enough to celebrate this woman's life.

We'll be taking a two-week break (counting Friday's missed update) while the family gathers to celebrate her life and say goodbye. Thanks for the words of support, and we'll see you on July 22nd.

- Char

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I scream. The high-pitched sound cuts through the dark desert, betraying to all the surrounding world that a person is in trouble here, and that she is likely a ten-year-old girl.

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Dammit, he's got me pinned with those eyes. They're so close to my own, but blue, and a little colder.

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She bites her lip, then chews on it before realizing that it'll do her no good.

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Three seconds into blessed relief, I look over at him sharply and say, "Some things come first, son."

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This is what you get when you mix Livestream, sleepiness, and Koda Kumi singing a duet with Peabo Bryson.

If this hurts your brain too, blame Irk and Lauryl. XD