I just finished reading the (many hundreds of) pages of Ursula Vernon’s Digger. Not to make it sound like it’s finished, because it’s not. There’s a lot of really excellent stuff in there and some excitement on the horizon. It’s a fantasy epic about gods and wombats and a whole slew of other unusual things. A nice mixture of humor and seriousness. Hell, it’s worth it for the geological wombat curses alone.
“Dip me in chalk and call me a limestone conglomerate!”
