Robin Hobb Interview
Author Of:
The Farseer Trilogy
The Liveship Traders Trilogy
The Tawny Man Trilogy
The Soldier Son trilogy
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Robin Hobb Interview
Author Of:
The Farseer Trilogy
The Liveship Traders Trilogy
The Tawny Man Trilogy
The Soldier Son trilogy
Read More→
The Quick And The Dead
by Brian K. Lowe
It’s funny how shy murder victims can be when they have to testify in court. I knew a DA once whose entire case fell apart just because the victim had been pushed down a flight of stairs and his neck never sat right on his shoulders after that. He was too embarrassed to testify.
That wasn’t going to be a problem with Sabrina. I followed the sound of the Bickersons to the radio in her bedroom, where she was lying face-down on the floor. When I turned her over, her beautiful face hadn’t been marked at all. There was a tear in her dress over her heart, but not much blood. Professional job. I put my thumb on her wrist to check her pulse and got zip.
She was still warm. Not surprising, since she’d only called me, begging me to come over, half-an-hour ago. It makes resurrection easier, getting there as soon as possible after the soul takes its bow. Of course, my job would be even easier if I got there before that, but it never works out that way; I always seem to get there five minutes too late.
That’s why I took that correspondence course in necromancy. I may not be the best private eye in town, but I give it all I’ve got.
A lot of guys won’t even touch a corpse. Me, I don’t do divorces.
A SHARD GLOWS IN BROOKLYN
By Alex Shvartsman
One by one, I set off car alarms.
I walked along the curb and methodically gave each parked car a gentle kick, just hard enough to trigger the siren. Behind me, a dozen violated vehicles already blared out of tune.
The prospect hung back, sullen and quiet. He was having a tough week, and my erratic behavior wasn’t helping his mood any. With each siren adding its voice to the cacophony, the prospect got a little twitchier. To his credit, he hadn’t cut and run. Yet.
“Philippine Energy Beetles are nasty critters,” I lectured him as we walked, straining to be heard over the noise. “They nest by the power lines and feed off the electricity. Those flickering lights the power company says are caused by faulty wiring are often caused by an infestation.”
Having finished with the cars, I fumbled with the lock on the front door of a vacant house.
“This place is lousy with beetles,” I explained. “We’re gonna have to fumigate.”
“That’s just great,” said the prospect. “I can’t stand bugs. Now you tell me the Watch is in the exterminator business? This couldn’t possibly get any worse.”
THE CENTURION AND THE RAINMAN
By Lou Antonelli
Corporal Doncard bit down on an unlit cigar so his teeth wouldn’t chatter as his antique patrol car eased along the badly rutted streets of Magtown. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The pre-Change vehicle was supposed to be safe from spell static. He knew not to trust that. Anything with an electrical system was vulnerable.
“The roads don’t get repaved in this neighborhood,” Lieutenant Neely said from the passenger side. “What’s still left of the asphalt goes back to the Obama Era.” He shot the young corporal a glance. “You ever see anyone’s who’s been torced?”
Doncard shook his head. “I’ve never spent any time in Magtown.” He’d heard of torcing, seen crime scene sketches. No photos, cameras wouldn’t operate near a corpse for weeks afterward from the residual magic.
Saying Goodbye to Harry Potter
by June K. Williams
Deathly Hallows part 2 is a film I both longed to see yet hesitated to rush in to the theatre on the day it opened because it marked the end of a beloved era. For those of us that read Deathly Hallows on the evening it was first released there are thankfully no jarring surprises. Nothing to mar the legacy. Great attention was given to the sets and production. It was worth the extra money I paid to see it in 3D and the special effects were well done but this is not a film about technology and you can see it in 2D and enjoy the film fully.
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The White Council of The Dresden Files
aka - the Devil you know
By Theresa Bane
There is an obscure Medieval Latin noun that is used by J.R.R. Tolkien Folks (big surprise there, I know) to describe his collection and usage of other people’s legends as his own, and that word is legendarium. It was a word that was originally used to describe the collective lives of the Christian Saints, but, like so many things misused this poor little word has been dug up from its grave, reanimated, and applied to refer to the council of elves and wizards in Middle Earth that contested the growing power of some castle fortress instigated by that singing elf chick (Galadriel) with more aliases than Shaun John Combs, alias “Diddy,” alias “P. Diddy,” alias “Puff Daddy,” alias “Puffy,” alias “Puff,” alias “Daddy.” Read More→
Square Peg In A Pentagonal Hole?
Where do you fit in Harry Dresden’s world?
As we all read (or listen) to books, or watch movies, we identify ourselves with characters we find in these mental diversions. Most often the stories are from a main character’s point of view and we are supposed to identify with them primarily. 
But well written and continuing works develop a greater number of in depth characters that broaden the possibilities. For The Dresden Files, having 11 books in print, there are a great many well developed and even more undeveloped, characters to echo our personal perspectives and thus identify ourselves with. In identifying ourselves with these fictional characters, we get to see a different perspective on how we deal with things. Read More→
