Fiery Kors. It occurs to me as I formulate my novel's world-building, and contemplate plate tectonics (a longstanding passion of mine, by and by, since I was a youngling), that I was born in a state which once had a dormant volcano that up and decided to blow the whole side off of itself when I was about ten years old. And, the state where I have long resided is actually famous for an even more ancient dormant volcano that long ago blew-off two-thirds of its own top, again, about an hour's drive North by West of me...and, while I am writing this? I live within about an hour's drive North of a third long dormant volcano, named Shasta. Which is quasi-infamous for having eldritch and mythological roots attached to its very antiquarian beginning's;-] Do you suppose that the gods are trying to tell me something? About fiery Cores?
