Dreams.

Last night, I dreamed I was a pulp fantasy character - the teenaged sidekick of a Legendary Hero and mercenary commander. When the Hero's company of mercs was captured by an evil serpent cult, and his hometown put to the torch, he asked me to keep his family safe while he regrouped and developed a plan.

We were, of course, promptly captured, possibly thanks to a traitor among the mercenaries, and if my situation as a prisoner wasn't already complex enough, the sorceror-priestess who headed the cult had a bored, rebellious daughter about my age...

...and then I woke up, before the plot could thicken any further.

Crossheart Hall!

Teresa and I are, at long last, working on the next chapter this evening.

If you want to check it out, swing by EtherPad.

If you, er, have no idea what I'm talking about since it's been so long since we regularly updated, Crossheart Hall is an ongoing bit of serial web fiction written by me and my sister magicdoyle/celebros. It's set in the same world as The Hellion Prince, but about thirteen years earlier, and what there is of it so far can be found here.