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At the top, he set her on her feet. Once again, he opened his mouth to say goodnight.
"May I trouble you for just another moment?" she said, forestalling him.
Her #room was right at the top of the stairs. She unlocked the door and invited him in.
He took a deep breath and followed her. (3/3) #wss366

"Would you please assist me up the stairs?" she said. "My feet are sore after the evening's festivities."
Once again, he put a hand under her arm, but when she stumbled on the first step, he swept her up in his arms and carried her lightly up the stairs. (2/3) #wss366

Curtiss escorted Serena back to the Grand Hotel. At the door to the hotel, he drew in his breath to say his goodbyes, but she put her hand on his arm.
"Just a moment of your time, Milord." She went the counter and got her key, then returned to the staircase. (1/3) #wss366

I am set up and ready to sell books at the North Amherst Mill District Holiday Market. The rain has passed through, temps are mild, and it looks to be a great day! #WesternMass

Her face had been defiant facing the bandits, delighted at meeting him, assured confronting the other nobles at the ball, and increasingly #shy as her clothes came off in the dark. This was very different than his usual experience, where Roughneck would be dragging him, hungover, out of some young man's room at dawn. He realized that he couldn't remember any of their faces — not one — and mused about this as he walked toward the stable. (2/2) #wss366

Curtiss awoke at sunrise. He quietly rolled out of bed and dressed in the dark, to avoid awakening Serena who slept on. He quietly let himself out of her room at the Grand Hotel and walked down the central staircase into the lobby. At this hour, it was empty, aside from a lone clerk and the concierge, who looked away as he slipped out.
His head was filled with warring thoughts and images. He saw her face in his mind's eye and all the varied expressions she had made the day before. (1/2) #wss366

It's the last day for early bird registration for @SFWA QUASAR: https://membership.sfwa.org/event-6301796 If you don't want to be an early bird, you can be a late bird until November 14 and then your goose is cooked. Don't be a turkey and sign up today!

The schedule is up for LOSCon 51! https://loscon.lineupr.com/loscon-51/contributor/steven-d-brewer I'm set to moderate the panel I proposed about Poetry and Songs in Speculative Fiction and will appear as a participant on two others.

This is all assuming that my flights aren't canceled due to the government shutdown. Thanks, Republicans!

Wow. @tobadzistsini and I posted our #wss366 contributions within a minute of each other today. Too bad the word wasn't #synchronicity.

She took small sips and, after a few moments, her color returned.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much better. Yes. Thank you." She got to her feet.
"Are you ready to rejoin the #fray?"
She took his arm and looked up at him with a fetching smile. "After you, Milord." (4/4) #wss366

"You're probably not used to being on your feet for so long," Curtiss murmured. "You'll be fine with a little rest and water."
The waiter arrived with the glass of water. Curtiss helped her take the glass and steadied her arm while she drank. (3/4) #wss366

He stepped away for moment to flag down a waiter and request a glass of water. Then he returned and knelt down by the sofa. She was leaning forward with her eyes closed.
"Are you quite alright, Milady?"
"Yes. I'm fine. I just felt faint for a moment." (2/4) #wss366

Two hours into the reception, Serena suddenly went pale and swayed on her feet.
"Milady?" Curtiss said.
He took her elbow, steered her out of the crowd, and into a side room. He helped her take a seat on a comfortable sofa near a fireplace.
"Let me get you some water," he said. (1/4) #wss366

Ooh! *Revin's Heart* is in good company at the Jones Library!

I took a picture of Tanuki-chan. But she didn't like it, so she barked at me. And then jumped on me. #DogsOfMastodon

The cover for my new dark, cozy fantasy A Familiar Problem is finally out! I look forward to the book's release soon! https://stevendbrewer.com/cover-reveal-a-familiar-problem/

He laid them on his bunk and got the iron that the men kept on the stove.
"Oh! I'd wondered what that thing was!" Curtiss said
Roughneck sighed again. He expertly ironed the creases on first one pant leg and then the other.
"Hang 'em up right next time!"
"I will," Curtiss said. "Thank you." #wss366

"Does it matter?" Curtiss asked.
Roughneck sighed.
"Don't you know how to hang up pants?"
Curtiss, who had always had servants attend to his wardrobe, could only shake his head.
"The #crease won't fall straight. You'll need to iron 'em."
"Iron them?"
"Hand 'em over!" Roughneck barked. (2/3) #wss366

"Inspection on the hour!" Sergeant Baker yelled.
The men of Squad 6 squared away their bunks and began to change into their dress uniforms.
Curtiss pulled his out and began to dress.
"Wait!" Roughneck said. "What happened to your pants?"
He pointed at them folded crosswise on the hangar. (1/3) #wss366

We got an email today with the subject line "Action Requested: Your Solar System Is Underproducing."