It’s overcast – again. I am tired – again.
I have to work again.
Oh wait, there is a vicious hellbeast outside my window. That’s new. The plan didn’t involve hellbeast ever going outside, but he had his own ideas.
I had a freaky weird dream last night, which involved a couple of people who were manning a guard station or police station in some small town which was filled with a bunch of supernatural critters. For some reason the supernatural critters looked like they had jumped out of some 80′s cartoon. The woman was named Silver. The guy was named Svidanie. (Right now all of the Russians who read the blog are going WTF?!) Clearly I need to stay away from Russian forums.
Gordon worked on the current chunk of the draft. He says that’s contrary to my expectations, it’s not awful. He said it was “quite good, actually.” I hope he is right because it feels like a mess.
The other day when I was trying to describe the Weird’s city of Kelena, I lamented that the only phrase that perfectly fit it was “a wretched hive of scum and villainy.” Which, of course, belongs to Obi-Wan Kenobi. I kept trying to find someway to work it in there without being sued, because I think giving nods to popular culture is fun, and I finally succeeded. Here is a snippet to prove it.
A shrill whistle made them turn. Jason had mounted a horse.
“Wretches, scum, and villains,” he called out. “Lend me your ears!” (:D!!!!)
A light laughter rippled through the crowd.
“Every single one of you is owed a debt by the slavers. Tonight we collect. We’ll board their ship. We’ll sack the Market. We’ll be legends.” He paused and smiled. “We’ll be rich.”
An enthusiastic riot of cat calls and guttural grunts answered him.
He tilted his head. “But we don’t do this just to get rich.”
“We don’t?” A woman asked with pretended shock.
More laughter followed.
“No, we don’t. Look around you.” Jason spread his arms. “Go ahead, look.”
Heads turned as people looked at the woods and the night sky.
“Tonight we’re the masters of all we see. Tonight we will triumph and grind those bastards under our boots. We’ll rip them open and see the color of their blood. We’ll take their money and their lives.” His voice gained a savage intensity. “We’ll listen as they scream and beg us for mercy. We’ll smell the gore we cut from their bodies. We’ll gouge the light out of their eyes. Tonight, when we taste their blood, we’ll truly live.”
Silence claimed the clearing.
“Hell yeah!” Richard barked in a deep voice.
“Yeah!” another male snarl echoed.
The crowd erupted in shouts, shaking their fists.
“He gets too elaborate sometimes,” Richard told her under his breath.
“You don’t say.” More violence. More murder. More joy from letting her magic devour others. Charlotte swallowed. She vividly remembered the rush of pleasure she derived from killing and experiencing it again terrified her to the very core. Her teeth chattered. She clenched them and her knees began to shake.
“We move!” Jason roared.
She wanted to turn around and run the other way.