by Matty Groves (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/106566.html) We’ve been driving since yesterday morning. It’s so very tempting and strange and perfect, captured there in the rising dreams and rising fog of the morning sun, so perfect…and then you’re on the road and you can smell the gas and the car’s full of artifacts of your past five […]

by Matty Groves (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/83570.html) “I say,” said Miss Evans, looking over the jalopy’s windshield. “Is that Kaoru Watu?” “‘At’s it, miss,” the cockney driver said. “Th’ main village of the ‘ill tribe is just on top of that ‘ill.” The hill, a rolling green mass capped by the set, shorn, eerily regular bands of […]