Recommended Reading: 04-25-08
Apr 25th, 2008 by Eve
The Search for the Compass, by Katheryne, Daugolozan and Zaleena Veil. The description and dialogue in this one are handled masterfully.
The heat of the bubbling water was reminiscent of the sulphuric swamps of his ancient home, the memories bringing a slow flexing of his claws. Ah, the exuberance of youth, winging through the sulpher and methane clouds that wrapped the great broad-pine trees and cypresses. He remembered the thrill of the hunt, feeling the blood spurting through and from his mouth as he bit into his chosen prey, preparing for the killing blow. The challenges he had met from his lesser kin, seeking to climb the ladder of power, and the sweet sounds of their death shrieks brought a gurgling hiss.
Return of the Healing Adept, by Shariane and Talomar Longden, has some interesting, uncomplicated, and brief give-and-take between the characters.
It had been far too long.
Gone were the days of the multitude of guilds and wars. Gone were the days of getting into battles were the prize was one’s freedom.
Praise the gods
Were things far simpler or more complex, that remained to be seen. All that matter was that she had come back to the first land she ventured into upon leaving the vale.
Talomar Longden Must Die, by Tara Rynieyn and Talomar Longden, wherein Tara shows up at Talomar’s digs with a catapult full of poo. Hilarity ensues.
After he locked the bathroom door (there were no windows) he set Tara down on her feet near the shower. “Okay, my angel, if you’re going to win, at least we are going to have a “clean” fight. You look like a damn Aunt Jemima but without the pancakes. Now take off those clothes and get into the shower. We’ve an assortment of nice smelling soaps, shampoo, and conditioner in there. You’re going to come out smelling like a rose.”
Dear Friend, by Vanir at StupidRanger.com is a get well card written somewhat after the fashion of a Nigerian Email Scam.
DEAR FRIEND,I AM A HIGH PRIEST OF ODIN, THE ALL-FATHER. AS YOU KNOW, THE ALL-FATHER IS VERY DISPLEASED WITH THE DIRECTION THE SONS OF MIDGARD HAVE BEEN TAKING. THERE HAVE BEEN AN UNUSUAL NUMBER OF PEOPLE ARRIVING AT HEL’S DOORSTEP, NEVER HAVING EVEN ENGAGED IN COMBAT WITH THE ENEMY, AND THUSLY COMPLETELY DEVOID OF HONOR AND UNWORTHY TO ENTER VALHALLA. I WRITE THIS TO YOU BECAUSE I AM CERTAIN OF SEVERAL THINGS ABOUT YOU. ONE IS THAT YOU ARE YET UNWORTHY AS WELL AND THIS BOTHERS YOU AS IT WOULD ANY SON OF THE ALL-FATHER.
More Writing About Writing, by L.E. Modesitt, Jr., questions whether there’s something wrong with writing about writing.
All that changed a year ago, when I started blogging… or more specifically, writing about writing or about subjects that bear on writing, if sometimes tangentially. Instead of writing fiction for publication, I’m writing close to the equivalent of a book a year… about writing. I’m certainly not the only one out there doing this. In fact, I’m probably one of the later arrivals in this area.
