CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

Tonight, after a day of writing as another of my writing heads, I decided to do curry. At first it was just mince-something to go with the left-over rice from last night. Then I decided I didn’t want just mince and rice with a bit of soy. With no premixed curry in the cupboard, I turned to a really old cookbook, The Australian Women’s Weekly Original Cookbook , for inspiration. I can’t have onion, and there were a couple of things in the Assamee chicken curry recipe that I just didn’t have in the cupboard. Here is what I came up with: Warning Notes : 1.       The spice measurements I actually used were very approximate and measured with a two-year-old in mind. You might want to alter them to taste. 2.       Measurements are in metric and not imperial and may need converting prior to cooking. Ingredients: 2 tablespoons of olive oil 1 tsp of ground black pepper Pinch of chilli powder 1 tsp turmeric ½ tsp ground cardamom seeds ½ tsp cumin ½ tsp cori

The new god looked towards him. “They walk my realm as we speak. I could do nothing more. They will be remembered for the sacrifice they made, and not for becoming as the creatures they fought.” Tanalir waited. Beside the new god, Fianrei was still. Her perfume surrounded them as Lantaris, spoke once more. “I will plant a garden where Saran’s Watch stood, and populate it with plants and creatures of my own making. You will allow both to spread into the forest beyond. Some you will spread on my behalf. A temple will be built in the garden’s centre and twin fortresses at its outer edge. One of the towers will be named Saran’s Watch, the other will be known as Talek’nar’Tanalirmarn.” There was a flare of light, mirrored in a burst of flame, and the two gods faded from view. The goddess’s voice mingled with that of the god as they departed. “Guard the clearing, until the first flowers bloom and twin fortresses guard the entry to the Lianreida once again.” “Look after my beast

“My lady.” Sularn whispered. "My lord, forgive me, I did not see…" Tanalir turned back, feeling the chill of apprehension work its way through him. His face felt cold and numb with shock when he finally faced the other way, and looked his goddess in the eye. “Oh my lady,” he murmured, and with a groan knelt once more. The goddess’s smile was gentle as she stepped to one side revealing the man-like god standing behind her. “This is Larias,” she said, by way of introduction. “He is a problem-solver in the world of men and an inventor. I have renamed him Lantaris, the elven defender against undead, god of elemental flame, and creator of creatures and gardens. He will become both by the moon's third showing from now.” Raising his eyes so that he could see the one of whom the lady spoke, Commander Tanalir noted a tall male elf whose skin was a rich golden green and whose eyes gleamed with the colour of an azurian sky. A mane of golden hair hung past the stranger