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Interlude: Bright (a review)
Told you there’d be interludes. Anyway, Mrs. Hatboy and I finally got around to watching Bright, since it came out on the day we departed for the Land of Bad Internet. For anyone unaware, Bright is a “Netflix Original” buddy … Continue reading
Bright
Day 118. 124 pages, 57,188 words. As my Saturday entry for the pre-written blog post weekend spectacular, I give you Bright, the new movie coming to Netflix at the end of the year. “Welcome to Middle Earth.” Had to be … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 24
“And then you’ll come back and give us a proper explanation,” Yoru said. “Sure, why not.” “I thought you said it would take thirty years or more-” Creepy Junior said, displaying once again his father’s flair for unwelcome commentary. “It’s … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 22
It didn’t sound to me like a troop of guards heading to apprehend an intruder, though. It didn’t sound like that at all. To me, it sounded a lot more like a troop of guards being driven slowly backwards along … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 21
“You’re Creepy’s … that is, Hatboy’s son,” I concluded. “The Hatboy who made himself King.” “Illegitimate son,” the man, who I now couldn’t stop thinking of as Creepy Junior, replied self-deprecatingly. “I stepped down from the succession over fifteen years … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 20
“You’re not going to call the guards?” “No. I assume you’re going to want to leave here, though, and you’re not likely to manage that without meeting a few of them.” “I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me your … Continue reading
Torquis in Machina, Part 17
The silence extended for a short time, as Creepy and I stared at the Xixian intruder. “So,” I said idly, “how much of that last conversation…?” “Oh, pretty much all of it,” the Regent, or possibly Grand Vizier, replied. “But … Continue reading
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Torquis in Machina, Part 25
“What are you planning on doing?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to hear it, in the unlikely event of Yoru’s actually knowing. Yoru shrugged, an act which dislodged something wet and slithery from a fold in his clothing. … Continue reading →