The Tongue Riders Association (Part 1?)
"i'm '_salty_'," said the skinny mouse with a silver nose stud and a flowering black mandala tattooed on her inner left ear. "i'm 'sweet'," said a mouse still in possession of most of her clothing. "and i'm '_spicy_'!"
Stella Novus - Chapter III. Silva
As he stared, the great rings began to spin, the whole of the mandala coming to life. the floor on which it was drawn began to move upward, creating a raised dais that continued to grow.
Vipers, Nights, and French Fries (Ch10)
It’s called a mandala tapestry. i do too. it’s a buddhist symbol, it represents the universe, infinity, the structure of everything. somewhere in there is earth and everything on it. my species' home planet is somewhere on there too.”
Part Three - Hearts and Minds
Then, quite suddenly, the propaganda pictures vanished, replaced by a complex pattern of concentric circles and overlapping geometric figures; it reminded mabel vaguely of the buddhist mandalas.
[The Last Commissions] The Nikojo Trilogy
The wooden door is coated with decorations which remind you of mandalas and other ornaments from past centuries.
10a - The Song of the Temple Dog - Part 1
As they walked forward, the doors closed and the black wolf noticed there was a circle of dogs around a mandala of intricate design. the basic design was a yin-yang symbol created by two dragon heads.
Vacation Souvenirs—Chapter 9
There was laura gallardo, a lithe kangaroo in her 30s with a tent full of macro photographs of insect eyes, wings, and other body parts that had been edited to look like bright, ornately jeweled mandalas.
A Souvenir From Aghadi City
Hassan, presumably) sat beneath the sign, while behind him were cabinets stocked with metal components--iron rods with empty slots at the ends, numbers and letters in various styles, sigils of all kinds, and shapes ranging from simple lines to complex mandalas
The Cage
All time was happening at once, a cosmic rush that surged through him with the force of a tidal wave, yet all was still, moment to moment frozen and vividly sharp in his mind, but like the sands of a mandala, wiped away and scattered on a breeze.
WIP(3) - The Blind & The Cripple
It was just a circle of intricate symbols, like an artwork mandala of black lines. “thank you, detective. now, i will begin shortly.