Titles and Opening Salvos

An annotated list of monstrous biographies by Stolon Kesmoi,


A giant among pygmies



Kelpie, My Ass

Something massive bumped the boat. Tim looked over the side. This was Cristina's spot, and it felt wrong somehow to be here. Not creepy, but a little scary, like something she'd kept in check had been working its way loose ever since she died. OK, creepy. But he saw nothing save water and an air strider, hanging below the surface by the tips of its toes. He dipped the paddle in and pushed, pushed, pushed, quickly regaining his rhythm.



I, Garbage

No one thought much about the old dump til a fallen radioactive satellite brought it to life.



Tusks Not Looser

Carmen sneered. Now, they wanted to bind the walrus!




Head and Headless, in their own words

Loal counted again. "We been shorted," he hissed.

"And we're fixin' to be shortened," Choo muttered.




The Spoiled Giant

Ma ladled a dollop onto each plate, even the one at the end. She glared around the table. We all looked away, and Kipper said Grace. No one spoke of Seza then, or ever again, until she turned up, bronzed and gigantic, on the outer continental shelf.



About the Biographer

Stolon Kezmoi didn't invent the fictionization of biography, nor the biographing of monsters, but he is said to have taken both practices to a hitherto unthinkable level. Born late to asteroid miners of advanced age, Stolon was taught calculus and rocketry by the neighborhood wolves. For recreation he turned to music, carpentry, and literature. The latter became his great love, but he never forgot his technophile roots.



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