Well of Midnight bit

How do you know when a writer is losing his touch?
He goes from bad to verse.

The truth burns!
Well, that's what the witch doctor said in Diablo 3.

So I'm not sure when the second Gleaner Chronicle book is coming out.
Need to find someone who will endure thirty chapters.

An idea I had for a story. Maybe if I wrote a bit, it would leave me alone.

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I don't usually bitch about my job, nope. Well, maybe a bit. I had to admit running down the halls of the White House with a bunch of Secret Service agents and the President's cabinet did get old. You could have said geriatric. It would have been nice to have more time but no, time was extremely limited. Hence the panic and sprinting.

Then the ground shook under our feet and hooves. Somebody shouted that the Washington Monument had fallen. Well, I'm not from this world, but I've been to enough worlds like this one to feel a lot of dismay. I had hoped to do the tourist thing, but again everything was so rushy and unplanned. Didn't need someone to tell what's going on though.

The coldness and just generally alien nastiness of the purple storm clouds just pressed against my mage senses like a bag filled with dirty diapers. Sometimes, you don't get to feel the good stuff. And yeah, I'm a wizard. Didn't feel like one as we filed into a large meeting room on the third floor. Someone put a chair under the door. I guess to keep unwanted guests out.

My boss grabbed my white-furred arm. "Focus Pinky!" I nodded. I had a pink mane and tail. Before that when I was human, I had pink hair. Heck, the rugs matched the carpet, if you know what I mean. Then the blessing ponies did their stuff, and I became an anthro unicorn. Freakin ponies.

My boss pointed at the folks inside the room. "You gotta take care of them. I'm gonna be busy."

"Doing what?"

He gave me this look like I'm stupid. Then he sighs. "I gotta make the pure ward and keep it up. You make sure everybody survives."

I nodded. "Yeah." He turned and summoned up a black and silver staff. Pure magic is horrible stuff to work with. It has no tolerance for flesh. Maybe angels can handle it but peeps got probs. Imagine working with the concept of Ultimate Purity, and that will give you a vague idea. If you messed with this stuff without protection, it would fry you good. Nothing would be left, but a few ashes. Now the one reason to use such a dangerous magic is that it's the best against corruption. I can do some basic stuff with pure magic, but my affinity to chaos magic kinda limits me. Speaking of magic, I gotta do some stuff with magic that I don't like.

Yeah, I love talking about magic to nonmagic people. Not. Folks were gathered around a laptop listening to a live news feed. Some guy was saying that no one had heard anything from Chicago or Philadelphia. Damn. I didn't want to think about what was going on outside.

I stepped up to the group. "Guys, gals. I need your attention." Everyone looked at me. For a moment, I wanted to shrink back, but I put on my brave girl, um, brave pony girl face.

"We need to move the tables and chairs closer to the center of the room. My boss is going to generate a protective energy field to protect us from what's in the storm."

Of course, someone had to be a pain in the neck. "Hey, I got a Bible and I can pray. I'll be protected."

"No problem. For everyone else, we have this protective field." I'm glad he didn't say more. Religious groups started to make a fuss when people realized that unicorns could do magic. I was a magic user before I was blessed, but few folks would have known that. The horn sticking out of my forehead practically screamed what I am.