The Purple Wyrm

Well… really, I am legend. I’m a flippin’ dragon, for Chris’ sake.

And, being a dragon, I can’t exactly go to the theater with Melanie, so I wait and see all the new movies when they come out on DVD. I caught “I Am Legend” with Will Smith the other night and I have a question.

Why do zombies always look like a mixture between the Mummy in The Mummy and the heads that scream out of the wall in Pink Floyd’s The Wall? I mean… freaky and all that, but why can’t some have hair, or green skin, or moss hanging off them, or something!

Michael Jackson, freak though he is, knew how to do a good zombie.

Need to do more research…. maybe over at All Thing Zombie.

Check out the Scourge of Feathers fantasy serial fiction blog written by none other than M. Lori Motley.

Scourge of Feathers Fantasy Fiction Blog

Things are getting interesting in the forgotten kingdom of Barend. Captain Harlon spars with wife and magpie over his interest – purely professional! – of the new lady in town. The new lady in town reveals she is actually there to work. Work!

In the words of the immortal Vizzini, “Inconceivable!”

And now there’s an orc. A non-farming orc. An orc with a big-ass war hammer and a flamboyantly-dressed minder.

Scourge of Feathers is a comedic fantasy fiction blog with new chapters added weekly.
M. Lori Motley started this project to have fun, though she says she hopes people actually come to read the thing. Why? ‘Cause she thinks they’ll have fun reading it to. I’ve read some of the chapters. They are funny. I mean, not like I’m rolling around laughing my ass off or anything, but yeah… I laughed.

Ya see, Barend is this really screwy place. No one wants it, no one visits it… well, normally. And all of a sudden these people (and orcs) start showing up… screwing with the status quo, ya know? And there’s this self-appointed “King’s Own Guard,” who is really just some shmuck in a homemade uniform, who goes around trying to make money and avoiding trouble.

Lori’s got a good sense of humor. And it’s not that pffft-whoops-I-farted adolescent crap either. It’s actually funny in a dry sort of way.  Check it out.