The book really is totally fixable, probably because it’s structured so the plot is doing most of the heavy lifting. Just replace Misogynist Character Quirk with Non-Misogynist Character Quirk and fill in some plotholes. (more…)
Category: Dresden Files
Continuing with this finally. Sorry for the delay. (more…)
And we’re done!
So, I said at the beginning that I’d do the final novel of the first Exalted trilogy to punish you all for voting for it, and I think amply demonstrated why. But! New pokemon game’s coming out.
Instead, I think I’m going to just do comics and random things and maybe some Korra, then new game for a bit. Or maybe it’ll just be Reconstruction posts to finish that out, we’ll find out! January will be pokemon fanfic and rage, in accordance with the prophesy.
After all that, we’ll do what the poll says. Which is currently more Dresden, which I take to mean you guys really, really want to hear the ending of Exalted’s +1 sword saga. (more…)
I believe this is all the ficlets. Tell me if I missed anything!
Also, for anyone not done wallowing in hate, here’s some more raging at Butcher for your enjoyment.
I never used to keep close track of the phases of the moon.
This is a great opening in both the intended way – it raises all sorts of questions and clearly has to do with some sort of magical thing – and in the unintended way of establishing Harry doesn’t actually know much of anything and is pretty lazy. From the first sentence, you know that it’s a mystery, it’s got magic, and the magic system isn’t going to make much sense. (more…)
This chapter opens with an extended discussion about the Blue Beetle that is not blue despite the fact they’re not taking it, because this book is just barely above Babysitter’s Club forced exposition.
Harry is showing emotions that aren’t dickery! (more…)
I got out the lump of chalk I always keep in my duster pocket, and the circular plastic dome compass that rides a strip of velcro on my dashboard, then squatted down, my voluminous coat spreading out over my legs and ankles. I drew a rough circle upon the asphalt around me with the chalk. The markings were bright against the dark surface and almost glowed beneath the light of the nearly full moon.
I added an effort of will, a tiny investment of energy, to close the circle, and immediately felt the ambient magic in the air around me crowd inward, trapped within the confines of the design.
And it only took us five chapters to get there. (more…)
Call me crazy, but I’m not big on defiance when I’ve got a gun rammed against my skull.
That sounds perfectly rational, and yet actually you behave like an idiot in the fact of imminent threat all the damn time. (more…)
Since Farla is summoned once again from her home dimension and is doing another DF book, I thought I would look at Dresden Files RPG. More informative posts (the game is huge compared to the ones I normally talk about, so there probably would be more than a single review) will be soon-ish, but for now I have some things to say about the introduction short story provided for the second volume of RPG by Butcher himself.
Last time, werewolves werewolves werewolves dickery. (more…)
The police headquarters downtown consists of a sprawling collection of buildings that have sprung up over the years as the need for law enforcement has increased. They don’t match, and they come from a wildly varying selection of styles and designs, but they have somehow adapted themselves into a cohesive whole—much like the force itself. Special Investigations operates out of a big, run-down old building, a huge cube that has managed to hold up solidly in spite of the years, the grime, the smog, and the graffiti sprayed on its walls. It has bars over the windows and the doors and sits hunkered amidst buildings much taller than it, like a faithful old bulldog amidst a crowd of unruly children, struggling to maintain peace and order.
I actually liked this up until he realized that since noir, unneeded metaphor that adds nothing. (more…)
A block from the Forty-ninth Street Beach there was a run-down garage, the sort of place you only find in the worst sections of big cities. The building consisted of corrugated metal on a steel frame, oxidating in the rain and the mist rising off the lake so that gobbets of rust ran down the walls in streaks and pooled on the sidewalks in uneven puddles. On one side of the garage was a vacant lot; on the other, what looked like the sort of pawn shop where crooks traded in their spare guns and knives for a few extra dollars when things were tight.
I…I don’t think that’s how crooks work, Harry. (more…)
Last time, Harry decided to walk into the home base of a gang with the brilliant plan of hoping they’re not in. Shockingly, this didn’t work out so great. Then he found Mr. Tiger Fridge waiting at his office, OH NOES NOT THE MOBSTER WHO IS SURPRISINGLY PATIENT WITH HARRY’S LIP. (more…)
The demon trapped in the summoning circle screamed, slamming its crablike pincers against the unseen barrier, hurling its chitinous shoulders from side to side in an effort to escape the confinement. It couldn’t. I kept my will on the circle, kept the demon from bursting free.
“Satisfied, Chauncy?” I asked it.
The demon straightened its hideous form and said, in a perfect Oxford accent, “Quite. You understand, I must observe the formalities.” Then it took a pair of wholly incongruous wire-frame spectacles from beneath a scale and perched them upon the beaklike extremity of its nose. “You have questions?”
Okay, so the explanation is, there are actual rules saying demons must attempt to break out of the summoning circle and, should they accomplish it, must then kill their summoner.
This is so fucking stupid and it’s really only there because the author wanted to do the whole sudden tone shift you see above, which any non-hack could’ve accomplished by just mentioning the “crablike pincers” snapping etc and it being a demon in a circle followed by the glasses and snooty accent. (more…)