The glow Wren had seen turned out to be cast by a row of thighbones, hammered into sconces and burning like candles. They lined the wall of the chamber he stumbled into out of the dark and gave it a warm, almost friendly glow.
Well, that’s unexpected and yet perfect, isn’t it? (more…)
We return to Idli and the monster he’s escorting. (more…)
Oh god it’s Holok again. That means it’s time for
To say that Holok’s appearance at the mouth of the waterfront alley caused consternation would be a vast and telling understatement. Contained within that alley were several of Port Calin’s less savory citizens, none of whom expected to ever pass within a hundred yards of an Immaculate priest until they died, and even then it was even money their bodies would simply be dumped in the river. Occupying the space within this rough circle of bravos, cutthroats, slitpurses and ruffians was a dice game, one in which several of the aforementioned unsavory types were deeply involved. It was a gesture demonstrating the depth of magnanimity which permeated Holok’s heart that he did not call for the watch to shut the game down, and a further testament to that sterling quality that…
And it just. Keeps. Going. (more…)
Last time, timeline questions and lava everywhere. (more…)
Now we’re back with Pelesh, the mortal who counts coins and beats Ratcatcher at social combat. (more…)
It’s back to Holok and sentences that take forever to get to the point. Today: Ketchup and the Isle drink fancy delicate tea, Holok is rustic and likes crappy rustic tea. Why is it the only thing people are willing to go fuck aristocracy about is stuff that’s really just cultural? Anyway, point is he’s enjoying some properly rustic nettle tea right now, blah blah better than you. (more…)
Last time, die already Holok. (more…)
I decided to get on with the final book of the first Exalted trilogy!
The cover is depicting the climatic battle of Yuyu vs Ratcatcher, where for some reason both of them have apparently thrown away their soulsteel and orichalcum swords (after all the trouble of getting the +1 sword!) and either picked up mortal weapons or maybe white jadesteel ones. (more…)
SO.
Precisely one year back, I inflicted the first chapter of this on you.
At the end of last year, I warned you of my plan to continue each Friday.
And there were delays, but today…
Today my threats come to fruition. Today, we continue Children of the Dragons.
Remember: It’s your fault for voting for Dresden and Unwind. You brought this on yourselves.
It’s time for more Children of the Dragon, by which I mean more exalts who are not at all dragonblooded.
Last time, Ratcatcher met the neverborn above the void itself. Today something much more horrible.
Yushuv.
Back to comparatively interesting and reasonable Ratcatcher!
So, he’s still climbing the metal-thorn-rail steps and being all :D at how he’s jamming his hand into barbs without any injury.
The camp was set in a dry valley between two low hills, and offered as much luxury as the country north and east of Reddust could provide. Pelesh had fretted long and loudly over the possibility that they had set up camp in a flood gully, and pointed hysterically to the heavens on no fewer than six occasions to point out clouds scudding low overhead.
The core problem of Pelesh is he’s in the wrong subgenre. This sort of attention to what life is like traveling is really good – if you’re showing the humble details relevant to humans like the reader. But, nothing about abyssals should ever be humble. They more than any of the exalts should be above this kind of thing. Other exalts can deal with life’s problems easily, abyssals just shrug and remind everyone they noped out of dealing with life at all. The Prince of Shadows isn’t in any danger, and if Pelesh drowns, the Prince of Shadows shrugs and reanimates his corpse.
Let’s celebrate Freedom Explosions by more of this despite it not being a Friday.
Last time, the Prince of Shadows traveling! Today, Ratcatcher bumming about the Prince of Shadow’s castle, which he explains is basically empty.
