Assassin of Dragonclaw

Day 84. 46 pages, 19,379 words.

Well this weekend has been a comedy of disasters. Stomach almost killing me on Friday and keeping me home from both intended parties. Wump getting bitten (not badly, but traumatically) by the neighbours’ dog on Saturday. Ah well.

Cleaning the house in preparation for the arrival of my parents tomorrow afternoon. I am pre-writing this, but apparently Mr. BRKN is taking Wump and Toop to the aquarium for the day, just for fun.

Follow-up: They took the girls to some farmy, villagey thing in Porvoo, but yes. Close enough.

So I’ll be clearing the bar and making sure the wreckage that is my home office does not look like escaping any time soon.

I finished Lucas Thorn’s latest book and dropped him a review I was rather pleased with. Check out the full version here. And check the series out, it’s really very enjoyable and just keeps getting more interesting.

Another greatly enjoyable swordpunk knifeslinger spaghetti fantasy from Lucas Thorn.

A truly exciting and alien-yet-familiar reimagining of the high fantasy city here, where “volcanoes” replace skyscrapers and the nobles-and-guilds politics is as brutal as anything that happens in the Deadlands – or under them.

Of course, we’re left with questions as always. What is the Warp? How far back do the histories of the Gods go? What is happening to this world, and what has happened to it in the past? Where does Nysta fit into it? How many more awful pop-culture-reference puns will I have to endure before the end?


Well done and get back to work, Penhand.

– A lazy excerpt

That’s all for today. By which I mean Friday. Back to work.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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