Fifteen Hours (Warhammer 40K: Astra Militarum) 3Stars

 

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Title: Fifteen Hours
Series: Warhammer 40K: Astra Militarum
Author: Mitchel Scanlon
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: SF
Pages: 190
Words: 70K
Publish: 2005

Most Warhammer 40,000 books start with a couple of paragraphs about how terrible life is. I’ve included the relevant part for this review:

“To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.”

The first two sentences are most apropos. We follow Larn, a 17 year old who is forcibly recruited from his farmworld planet and is given just enough training to know which end of the laspistol to point at the enemy. He is never going to see his family again. He will never return to his world. Even if he survives the coming decades, he will only be allowed to retire on a new planet that the Empire of Man wants to colonize. Due to a clerical error, Larn and his entire detachments of farmboys crashland on the wrong planet in the middle of a warzone between Humanity and the Orks. Almost every new recruit is killed either in the crash or the resultant attack by the orks. Larn survives, only to find out that the expected life span of a new soldier on Broucheroc is 15 hours, hence the title of the book.

We follow Larn as he survives several ork attacks, shelling by his own side and then he is sent out on a recon mission that night with his little 5man company and some glory hound lieutenant. He is shot but survives to dawn, which means he lasted longer than 15hours. Then he dies.

Interspersed through this are little vignettes from other side characters, from a cook to the cleric who made the initial mistake to the General who is leading the defense of Broucheroc. It becomes obvious to us the reader that every character is in their own personal hell and only death will release them from it.

War is hell and the Imperium of Man is nothing but war, forever until it ceases to exist. This book shows us that in stark detail.

★★★☆☆

From https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/

After four months of basic training and seven weeks of Planetary transportation, seventeen year old Guardsman Arvin Larn of 6th Company, Jumael 14th Volunteers, embarks on his first campaign fighting against a rebel uprising. However, due to an error in communication, Trooper Larn finds himself fighting on the wrong planet in the wrong war zone at the city of Broucheroc; a city contested for over a decade by the small Imperial force of the 902nd Vardan Rifles Regiment against millions of Orks. Unfortunately, Larn is running out of time. The life expectancy of a replacement guardsman at the front lines is calculated at fifteen hours. Larn must rely upon all of his ability, his luck, and his faith in the Emperor to survive against the odds if he wishes to see the next day.

As the book begins, a mortally wounded guardsman in no-man's land questions his fate, wondering if it has been 15 hours and resolving to wait and find out. The scene shifts to Jumael, where a farmers son named Arvin Larn is caught in the imperial draft. During basic training, Larn meets the extremely tough sergeant Ferres. He convinces Larn that the imperial guard is a deadly environment, but he might just make a guardsmen out of him yet. During initial deployment, an administrative error causes Larn's company to land in no-man's land on the wrong planet where they are promptly attacked by Orks. Larn finds himself the only survivor of his company in the besieged city of Broucheroc, now attached to 902nd Vardan Rifles. He learns that the Vardan Rifles have fought on Broucheroc for a decade and that 3 Vardan Regiments were killed in this time. Over several hours of pitched battle, Larn learns several dangers of the front and that his life expectancy is a mere 15 hours. He overcomes several threats including gretchin snipers, artillery bombardment, and the largest massed attack on Broucheroc yet. As night falls Larn's squad is sent on a night recon mission in which they get caught in a firefight. As Larn runs for the trenches, he is hit by a bullet and it is revealed that he is the guardsman from the beginning. As the sun rises Larn dies happy to know he beat the 15 hours.

Hill Giant - MTG 4E

 

I think he's wearing trousers. I HOPE he's wearing trousers! We'll have NO kilt-clad Hill Giants on this blog...

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The Creeping Death (The Shadow #22) 3.5Stars

 

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Title: The Creeping Death
Series: The Shadow #22
Authors: Maxwell Grant
Rating: 3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Crime Fiction
Pages: 144
Words: 45K
Publish: 1933

After reading that abominable Murder Geniuses earlier this week, I needed a good dose of the REAL Shadow, and I got it with this book.

In this story The Shadow is up against a scientist who can make fake gold and he is planning on flooding the market with fake gold and owning genuine gold. Said scientist is also working on a poison that he can put on letters to kill from a distance. The scientist is working in conjunction with several crooks the world over and several of them get the big idea to take over and thus begins a fight amongst thieves and murderers. A Secret Service agent is involved and The Shadow has to protect him while setting the various criminal elements against each other.

This was good stuff. This was all about the bad guys offing each other and The Shadow just nudging things along, up until the end where there is a climactic gun battle between everybody and only the Secret Service agent and The Shadow walk away. That’s the way a good The Shadow novel ends.

This is the first cover to feature Skelly the Skeleton. Obviously that’s not his actual name and he’s not a character in the story, but he does feature on several of the covers and The Shadow seems to be rather pallsy-wallsy with him. Call me deadophobic, but you won’t catch me hanging while a skeleton drapes his arm over my shoulder and points out a word on the page of the book I’m reading. The hatchet from our survival gear would come into play wicked quick, let me tell you.

Jimbo’s got the right idea here!

★★★✬☆

From the Publisher

The lure of gold – that lust which has made men kill throughout the ages – had gripped the enemies of justice. The swindle of the century threatened to put the world at the mercy of either a power-hungry, underhanded financier and his cohorts, or an eccentric creator of synthetic gold. But the common purpose which brought Forster, Morales, and Armagnac to inventor Lucien Partridge did not stop them from cunningly plotting behind each others’ backs. Only The Shadow could halt the creation of a Gold Empire. Garbed in black, silently stalking the streets, he alone could triumph over evil. The insidious princes of the underworld would be crushed by this Master Crime-Fighter – The Shadow!

• All of My “The Shadow” Reviews

Firefight (Victor the Assassin #12) 4Stars

 

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Title: Firefight
Series: Victor the Assassin #12
Author: Tom Wood
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Genre: Action/Adventure
Pages: 380
Words: 108K
Publish: 2024

Basically, Victor gets embroiled in more consequences from his past work and that causes problems. This story is about surviving those problems.

Victor kills boatloads of people, has tons of other people trying to kill him and pretty much pisses off everyone he comes into contact with. I do not see how Victor is going to survive much longer in this fictional world. He’s been working for the US Gov, the British Gov, the Russian Mob plus other large security entities that I’ve forgotten. In this one, he gets on the Israeli radar, so I’m sure they will be next.

The whole premise of Victor, at the beginning, was that he was a non-entity. That is how he survived. Well, that idea is shot to pieces by now, so there’s not much more room for Victor to wriggle around in. In fact, in an afterwards, the author admits that he’s running out of ideas for Victor. The two options are for Victor to die, for real, none of this fake bs, or for Victor to somehow retire and live on a beach with his chicky-boo until they die. Technically, he could take up the fight of his chickyboo and fight the faceless, nameless, formless Evil Thing that Chickyboo is fighting against, but he still would have to die doing that. I just can’t foresee a happy ending for Victor.

Which makes each book very bitter sweet for me. I have grown to quite enjoy Victor’s path of destruction and his avoidance of the ties that bind to the rest of humanity; a far cry from my review of the first book indeed. But Victor’s options are narrowing, faster and faster and thus at some point I know the Final Countdown will have to start and my time with Victor, no matter the outcome, will end. Personally, I hope the author can stretch things out for several more books, like maybe eight more? Make it a nice round Twenty book series ;-)

★★★★☆

From the Publisher

MERCY HAS A COST. TIME FOR VICTOR TO PAY.

Assassin-for-hire Victor is in Bucharest, Romania, to kill two targets meeting to exchange stolen intelligence his client wants back. It should be a simple task - until he realises the second of his targets is a former ally. Even for a man of Victor's twisted morality, he's not prepared to kill someone to whom he owes his life.

To atone for not completing the job, Victor agrees to take on the kind of dangerous assignment he would otherwise avoid. At a conference on international relations, he must identify and assassinate a killer just like him and remain unseen, despite a guest list of spies, dignitaries, and security experts. Even for an elite professional, the job is a tall order - which is why he looks for help from the person whose life he spared in Romania.

Yet unbeknownst to Victor, the Bucharest contract stepped on the toes of powerful enemies from his past; enemies who now know exactly where to find him . . .

The Murder Geniuses (Batman/The Shadow) 2Stars

 

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Title: The Murder Geniuses
Series: Batman/The Shadow
Author: Steve Orlando, Scott Snyder
Rating: 2 of 5 Stars
Genre: Graphic Novel
Pages: 162
Words: 12K
Publish: 2019

This was brought to my attention back in 2019 when Lashaan reviewed it, HERE. He was very positive about it (he’s a HUGE Batman fan) and it caught my interest as I was becoming a fan of The Shadow. He also recommended it in my Recommend Me a Book series and I gave it an enthusiastic “Yes!” And this is the month in which I read it and am now reviewing it.

As you can tell from my rating, I did not enjoy this like Lashaan did. It all was due to how the writers treated The Shadow.

Now, I am reading the books roughly in publication order. I’m not 100% sure of that, but it is close, close enough anyway. I am aware that there were radio plays as well and that The Shadow changed over the years in both the books and the radio. But most of those changes were how he operated and used disguises, etc, they weren’t changes of defining character. I bring this up because I definitely don’t view myself as any kind of Authority on The Shadow.

This is important because the writers here absolutely BUTCHER the character of The Shadow. He is a psychopathic killer without remorse who will use and discard anyone at a whim. Harry Vincent, a man who The Shadow saves from suicide in the first book and becomes one of his top agents (albeit one that needs rescuing in every adventure he is in) hates The Shadow and claims he never wanted to be part of his operation. There is a lady, who I gather was from the radio plays, who might have been a possible romantic angle and man, does she lay into The Shadow. He used her as he saw fit and then just left her behind. None of that is The Shadow that I am reading about.

This is Deconstructionism at its worst and just like in Kingdom Come, (another deconstructionist graphic novel), anything good and decent is spat upon, mocked and maligned. The opposing philosophies of The Shadow and Batman are juxtaposed and while I found them both extremely shallow, I fully agree with The Shadow and don’t understand how anyone could claim that the twaddle Batman was spouting could in any way make sense. Here the writers move Batman WAY beyond “not killing” and into “any killing by anybody is evil and superduper bad and automatically makes you a villain”. It was eye rollingly shallow and I thought it did a great disservice to the Ideals that Batman actually holds to. As for the Ideals that The Shadow holds to, those were so twisted and misrepresented that to attempt to even touch upon them would give these writers a validity that they don’t deserve. The writers are utter dog shit in my eyes now and I hope a pack of rabid schnauzers attack them and destroy their ankles.

Now, with all of that ranting and swearing, you have to ask, was this even worth 2stars? It was. Mainly because the idea of the story was fantastic, even while being poorly executed and made into a mouthpiece of modern liberal cant. There were Cthulhu’ic ties and The Shadow is shown to be an eternal avenging angel, who is tired of the conflict. Batman was to be his replacement. Now, how cool is THAT?

While I was reading this graphic novel, I also read Jen Mugrage’s post on “Words that Mean Things” in which she talks about killing, murder and genocide. The first two points fit in very well as an anti-dote to the bs the writers of this comic were dishing out about “killing”. I’m going to stop now before I begin saying other things about the writers that aren’t appropriate for a blog post.

As for the cover, I briefly touched on that in my “Currently Reading” post two weeks ago. That has a large, high resolution version of the cover if you’re interested.

Overall, I was disappointed in this and felt the writers had no clue about The Shadow. Not “Riders Approved” at all.

★★☆☆☆

From the Publisher

While investigating the murde of a Gothamite, Batman identifies his prime suspect as Lamont Cranston... but there are two problems with that. One, Batman is not aware Lamont's alter ego is the master detective known as the Shadow. Two, and more importantly, Cranston seems to have died over half a century ago!

Son of the Black Sword (Saga of the Forgotten Warrior #1) 4Stars

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Title: Son of the Black Sword
Series: Saga of the Forgotten Warrior #1
Author: Larry Correia
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 396
Words: 140K
Publish: 2015

I bought this book in hardcover back in 2015 when it came out. Correia had come out to a book signing at a local bookstore (that sadly is no more) and I had pre-ordered a book for him to sign. I got sick that weekend so Mrs B went in my place and she ended up having a blast. She enjoyed the stories Correia told and thought he was quite the character. I read this book but never read any more of the series. I wanted Correia to finish the series and not crap out on me like other authors had done. I didn’t think Correia would do that, as his steady output of the Monster Hunter International books was a testament to his staying power and his Grimnoir trilogy showed he could wrap a storyline up well, but I wasn’t going take a chance. Now, I still bought the books as they came out, I just didn’t read them. I wanted to support Corriea and make sure he was financially incentivized to finish things up. Well, in February Correia released the final book in this Saga of the Forgotten Warrior series, which meant it was time for me to start the ball rolling. I did hesitate, as I am currently re-reading Correia’s Monster Hunter International series and I wondered if it would be better to not start Forgotten Warrior until that re-read was over. Correia as an author hits all my high points though, so I decided to get a double helping, help offset some of the bad books I’ve read this year.

And THAT is all the history of how I arrived at this point, with this review. Some books don’t have a story behind them, but some do. Truly, I must be the Chosen One ;-)

This is Correia’s first real foray into the Epic Fantasy world and I wondered how he’d handle things. I needn’t have feared. Everything I have loved about his writing in other books was here. But he made things interesting by giving the world a very Indian oriented culture. With a caste system that is as unyielding and terrible as India’s own, to the name of the main character, Ashok (if any of you are Dilbert fans, maybe you remember Ashok the Indian intern?), this was not steeped in Medieval European fantasy. I quite enjoyed the change.

I also enjoyed the whole “false identity” reveal about Ashok. That can always go either way for me, but it worked here. It helped show just how terrible the world was that we were reading about that something like this could happen. I know I’m not going into details, but just in case there is some schlub who cares about spoilers but hasn’t read the story yet, I’m being deliberately vague. Don’t worry, I won’t be this way for the rest of the books. Needless to say, what we learn about Ashok changes everything and is the fulcrum upon which this story hangs.

The reason this isn’t getting 5stars is two-fold. First, I almost never give out 5stars on an initial read anymore. I’m an experienced enough reader now to understand that the “new factor” plays a huge part and a 5star read should take that completely out of the equation. See my PS below in regards to Point One. Second, Ashok isn’t so much a “character” as he is a force of nature. Now, that is deliberate on Correia’s part, as it plays to the whole Identity reveal that I mentioned before, but I still didn’t care for it. I trust that Ashok will become his own persona over the next five books.

And that wraps things up. I had a lot of fun with this book and I am looking forward to reading the rest of the series as the year progresses.

Ps,

I didn’t even remember reading this book initially. It wasn’t until I wrote this review and was about to put it into Calibre that I found I had read and reviewed it back in 2015. Thankfully, I only had to rewrite a few sentences and add a tag to bring this into line with reality.

★★★★☆

From the Publisher

After the War of the Gods, the demons were cast out and fell to the world. Mankind was nearly eradicated by the seemingly unstoppable beasts, until the gods sent the great hero, Ramrowan, to save them. He united the tribes, gave them magic, and drove the demons into the sea. Yet as centuries passed, Gods and demons became myth and legend, and the people no longer believed. The Age of Law began.

Ashok Vadal has been chosen by a powerful ancient weapon to be its bearer. He is a Protector, the elite militant order of roving law enforcers. No one is more merciless in rooting out those who secretly practice the old ways. Everything is black or white, good or evil, until he discovers his entire life is a fraud. Ashok isn’t who he thinks he is, and when he finds himself on the wrong side of the law, the consequences lead to rebellion, war—and destruction.

• Son of the Black Sword (2015 Review)

Helm of Chatzuk - MTG 4E

 

You think that mug is ugly looking? Wait until you read the rules for Banding!

Any creatures with banding, and up to one without, can attack in a band. Bands are blocked as a group. If any creatures with banding a player controls are blocking or being blocked by a creature, that player divides that creature’s combat damage, not its controller, among any of the creatures it’s being blocked by or is blocking.

Wow, that is some seriously ugly wording. And that is why Banding fell out of favor, and for good reason I might say.

The Voice of the Mountain (Silver John #5) 3Stars

 

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Title: The Voice of the Mountain
Series: Silver John #5
Author: Manly Wade Wellman
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: Folk Fantasy
Pages: 182
Words: 56K
Publish: 1984

This was probably the most action’y of the Silver John books. John actually hits someone (he has in other books, but it is always very down played) and in the process tosses him over a cliff edge and kills him.

Up to that point, right at the end, this is a book of building the villain up to be a threat to the whole world and throwing folksy spells at each other. Oh, can’t forget the name dropping of the Mystical Books of Power *insert eye roll

The villain of the piece, Ruel Harpe, has built up his evil mystical credentials with the help of a talisman and several books of evil. All he needs to complete his collection and set his plans in motion is to find, read and use the Gospel of Judas. He finds it, uses John to steal it and is in the process of making full use of it when John does his thing and puts paid to Harpe.

There are several women involved, for their evil witchy powers and not for their sex appeal, and John redeems them all, even to the point of the witch with the black powers professing she’ll only use the power of white witches now. Syncretism at its most ridiculous.

But this followed the exact same pattern as all the previous Silver John novels so I knew I wasn’t getting a masterwork of literary import. These are what they are and Wellman makes no apology for that. This was also the final Silver John novel, as Wellman died within a couple of years of releasing this. All I have left are a collection of the Silver John short stories that I believe come chronologically before most of the novels. I have a feeling the short story format is going to work much better than any of the novels.

★★★☆☆

From the Publisher & Bookstooge

Silver John - so named for the lithe and powerful strings of his ever-present guitar - is back. In this fifth and most exciting novel in the series, Manly Wade Wellman's popular hero is called by the voice of Cry Mountain... into a confrontation with his most threatening adversary.

There are a wealth of cryptic stories about Cry Mountain, and as John listens to the tales of eerie, hostile animals, of brave daredevils who fared up the slopes never to return, and hears the enigmatic, unnatural keening voice emanating from the mountain, his adventuresome spirit is aroused. Too curious and intrigued - some might say foolhardy - to be dissuaded, John begins his long, perilous trek up the steep mountainside. There he finds mystery and danger enough for any man, and eventually meets the courtly, assured Ruel Harpe, descendant of the infamous Micajah Harpe. John soon discovers the darker side of Ruel Harpe's hospitality and finds honesty and courage the only weapons against powerful sorcery and temptation.

Harpe has a mystic talisman that gives him his powers. John snatches it away and Harpe goes over the edge of a cliff and dies. All of his magically powered things stop working or disappear and John and Co leave the mountain, having made the world a safer place for everyone.

My Week XXVI

 

This post is going to encompass last week as well, as Life and Stuff has been on the spin cycle and I've still not found my footing.

As I noted in my Excerpt, work is just chaos. Between the workload not getting any lighter to people taking time off, every day is a new adventure. I never know who I am working with or what job I'm heading to. Even though work itself isn't getting harder, I'm coming away each week more tired because of the chaos and uncertainty. And this would appear to be our new normal. I am at the point of living week by week now. I can't take thinking about a month of this, or even two months of this, or more!

Church has added its own little melange to the mix. Our SDA church has held an End Times seminar the last two Sabbaths. We experienced one of those at our previous SDA church and this had all the same hallmarks so we decided to avoid it altogether. Which meant picking some random Sunday church to go to over the weekend (church attendance is one big checkmark for the health of a Christian as far as both Mrs B and I are concerned. We've seen too many people stop going to church for any and all reasons and before you know it, they're denying Christ altogether. We don't even want to step NEAR that precipice). One Sunday we went to a big baptist church that one of Mrs B's friends attends and then the next we chose some random one that she had had a Ladies Tea at and had been invited. Both times were nice and I was glad to hear the sermons, but the worship time for each was nothing but contemporary christian worship and just reaffirmed to me that I'll keep going to the SDA church for the hymns alone! Going to a different church might not sound like a big deal, but it really is. Church going is not some solitary activity that you do "to be good". It is commanded by Scripture and it brings us into fellowship with other Christians and brings us, together, closer to God. It is hard to have real fellowship with people who you don't know. That takes time and effort. It takes going to the same church week after week after week and BEING involved. So not to have that for two weeks was just unsettling, and coupled with work, was a bit too much.

Thankfully, home life has been the same. I've been extra vigilant about that! Church, work and home, they are my three spheres of activity and they affect each other. But just like any tripod, it doesn't take much to upset the stability. But with us returning to the SDA church tomorrow, and me being so vigilant about the homesphere, stability will reign in at least two of the three spheres. Not perfect by any means, but survivable anyway.

One of the ways Mrs B and I have "vigilantly" kept the homesphere intact is by playing Munchkin on the weekend. While it is intended for at least 3 players, we have found that as long as we don't use the "backstabbing/betrayal" cards, the game works relatively well with just the two of us. It is an RPG-lite dungeon crawler and gives both of us that fantasy fix we want from a game. And it's all cards that only needs one die to roll. We love it. The artwork is wacky and silly and makes Mrs B extremely happy. I just like that I get to stab and stomp and poke and kill things :-D

And today is now over with for me. It's 5pm, I am home from work, I have eaten something yummy, drank something cold and am now chilling on the couch until I'm ready to fall asleep at the extremely late hour of 9pm (if I'm lucky!). I am steadfastly looking forward to the blessing of the Sabbath as it fast approaches. Blessed Sabbath to you all!

Acia (The Russians) 3Stars

 

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Title: Acia
Series: (The Russians)
Author: Ivan Turgenev
Translator: Constance Garnett
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: Classic
Pages: 76
Words: 20K
Publish: 1858

The spelling for this, ACIA, is the old time translation by Garnett. More modern translations call it ASYA, as seen on the cover I am using. I would be upset, except new time’y translations all call Dostoyevsky “Dostoevsky”, so screw them. They are stupid gugenheimers and deserve to choke to death on a hotdog. WITH mustard! See, I’m not upset at all about this ;-)

The more I read these smaller works, the more I realize just how completely different the Russian mindset is in comparison to the American. I read a Shadow novel soon after this and in it, two characters were talking to each other but one of them left a sentence unfinished and yet I still knew exactly what he meant. That happens in Russian stories and I simply haven’t a clue what is being left unsaid or meant. I can tell there IS meaning by that silence, but I can’t fill in the gap. It frustrates me to no end and yet I enjoy the heck out of it because it shows me, in no uncertain terms, that humans can think differently. I don’t mean have different thoughts, but think in ways that the others can’t comprehend easily. It reminds of the conversation in Dune when Paul is talking to Chani about water and she just can’t comprehend it falling from the sky. She never would have thought of that idea on her own, but even that isn’t as alien as what I experience with some of these Russian reads.

AND THAT IS WHY I READ THEM!

Even if I don’t understand the meaning of the silences, simply being exposed to them and knowing there is something there that I am not getting expands my overall comprehension, of the written word, of others, of the world as a whole.

That being said, I still want to take the narrator and shake him until his head falls off. He’s an idiot and doesn’t know what he actually wants until something is suddenly out of reach, THEN he wants it and pines for it the rest of his life. He’s too spineless and wimpy to decide what he wants, so things just pass him by. How does a culture that is like that produce a Lenin, a Stalin, a Putin? It just leaves me scratching my head.

See? More questions, more thoughts, more things I never would have thought about without the prodding of a novella like this.

★★★☆☆

From Wikipedia.org

The narration is told on behalf of an anonymous narrator (Mr. N.N.). He remembers his youth, his stay in the small town of Sinzig. on the banks of the river Rhine. One day he is ferrying a boat and follows the sound of music and noise from a festival, he crosses the river to the neighboring town of Leubsdorf. Here the narrator meets two Russians: a young man named Gagin, who wants to become an artist, and a girl named Asya (Anna), whom he introduced as his sister. Asya's mood changes rapidly from being happy to sad, and is often eccentric things such as climbing the ruins of a castle to water the flowers. The hero begins to suspect that Asya is not Gagin’s sister due to the extreme difference between their personalities.

A few days later, the narrator befriends Gagin and learns that Asya is really his sister. At the age of twelve, Gagin was sent to St. Petersburg to study at a boarding school while his widowed father remained in the countryside. After the death of his father, Gagin came to know that his father had another child, a daughter named Asya, whose mother was Tatyana, a maid at the Gagins' house. Gagin is forced to raise the thirteen-year-old girl alone. He sends her to a boarding school for some years. However, due to them facing social stigma due to her illegitimate birth, he finally decides to go abroad with Asya.

The narrator feels deep pity for Asya - be believes that it is her unclear social position (the daughter of a serf and a master) that causes her to have nervous breakdowns. Gradually he falls in love with Asya. Asya writes him a letter asking him to meet. Gagin, who knows about his sister’s feelings, asks the narrator if he would agree to marry her. The hero, unsure of his feelings, cannot fully agree and promises to reject Asya's love at the meeting (if it takes place).

The narrator's meeting with Asya takes place in the house of the burgomaster's widow. After the confession of her feelings, Asya finds herself in his arms, but then the narrator conveys his disappointment to her for ruining everything by confessing to her brother, and now their happiness is impossible. Asya runs away. Hero and Gagin look for her. In the end, the narrator realizes that he truly loves Asya and wants to marry her. The next day he plans to ask his brother for the girl’s hand in marriage. But the next day it turns out that Gagin and Asya left the city. The hero tries to catch up with them, but loses their trail in London.

The narrator never meets Asya again. There were other women in his life, but now, on the threshold of old age and death, he understands that he truly loved only her, and that even the dried flower that she gave him will outlive both lovers - reflecting on the fleeting nature of human life.

• The Russians

• Leo Tolstoy

• Fyodor Dostoyevsky

• Ivan Turgenev

• Nikolai Gogol

Brotherhood of the Wolf (Runelords #2) 3Stars

 

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Title: Brotherhood of the Wolf
Series: Runelords #2
Author: David Farland
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 559
Words: 213K
Publish: 1999

Farland has some really neat ideas with this series. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the same skill at creating fleshed out characters. This felt like reading 500+ pages of a Terry Brooks book. If you’ve ever read Terry Brooks, you’ll know what I mean. If you haven’t, don’t worry about it.

By the end of the book I REALLY wanted to know what happens next, but I didn’t care what happened to ANY of the characters. That’s not a good combination.

The reavers (another species that might be the up and coming species that displaces mankind, as mankind has done to other species) were a great addition and we get some really broad hints at what their end game is. But they are, once again, a generic threat without being “characterized” to my satisfaction. They should have remained beasts and not sentient beings.

I can see why this was as popular as it was at the time of publication. The Wheel of Time series was taking the world by storm but had slowed down to molasses and Farland was putting out these books every year to 18months and he kept the plotting much tighter than Jordan was doing. But my goodness, I can also see why this never became a Fantasy Behemoth.

I was looking ahead and according to Wikipedia, there is a narrative break in the story after book four, when the story moves on to Gaborn’s son (Gaborn is the Earth King). I think I’ll read up through book four and just let things go after that.

I rated this 3stars, but it was skirting the edge of the 2.5, really closely. I also know myself well enough that now that I’ve decided to read through book 4, I will. Call me pigheaded!

★★★☆☆

From the Publisher & Bookstooge

Raj Ahtan, ruler of Indhopal, has used enough forcibles to transform himself into the ultimate warrior: The Sum of All Men. Ahtan seeks to bring all of humanity under his rule-destroying anything and anyone that stood in his path, including many friends and allies of young Prince Gaborn Val Orden. But Gaborn has fulfilled a two-thousand-year-old prophecy, becoming the Earth King-a mythic figure who can unleash the forces of the Earth itself.

And now the struggle continues. Gaborn has managed to drive off Raj Ahtan, but Ahtan is far from defeated. Striking at far-flung cities and fortresses and killing dedicates, Ahtan seeks to draw out the Earth King from his seat of power, to crush him. But as they weaken each other's forces in battle, the armies of an ancient and implacable inhuman enemy issue forth from the very bowels of the Earth.

The Reaver Mage is killed, the rune of destruction of man is destroyed and Raj Ahtan and Gaborn are still enemies. They go their separate ways to deal with the overall Reaver threat. Gaborn has the blessing of the Earth removed from him for Choosing Raj and then allowing him to be attacked.

Mrs Pollifax on the China Station (Mrs Pollifax #6) 4.5Stars

 

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Title: Mrs Pollifax on the China Station
Series: Mrs Pollifax #6
Author: Dorothy Gilman
Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Thriller
Pages: 174
Words: 62K
Publish: 1983

Absolutely delightful! I have been alternating Mrs Pollifax with the Alphabet Mystery series and I must say, it is a true delight to return to the adventures of Emily Pollifax.

She is calm, poised and while not always “in control”, she never allows the circumstances around her to impede what she must do. In this book near the end, she has to face down an armed Russian sleeper agent and ends up karate chopping him to death. Scenes like that are why this isn’t “cozy”. She’s also old enough not to fall to pieces after such an act. She’s in no way stupid and I for one appreciate that Gilman actually writes her character to be intelligent.

Another successful foray into the underbelly world of the CIA. Mrs Pollifax hasn’t failed me yet and I doubt she’d fail you either.

★★★★✬

From Wikipedia.org

Mrs. Pollifax is thrilled when Mr. Carstairs, her boss at the CIA, gives her an assignment in China to help rescue a prisoner from a labor camp. As luck would have it, she has recently completed a course in Chinese history, so she is primed and ready to go. She joins a tour group and is told that one of the other group members is actually a CIA agent who will become her partner later on. She tries unsuccessfully to detect her future partner and is very surprised when the agent's identity is revealed. As the action speeds up she finds the labor camp, rides a runaway horse, and encounters some rough stuff from a Russian spy.

• All of my “Mrs Pollifax” Reviews

Healing Salve - MTG 4E

 

It's amazing to me how just having armless hands and that funky red background gives this whole picture a djinni, arabian nights vibe. 

Calendars & Scheduling the Bookstooge Way

 

I have talked about scheduling before, and mention it randomly in posts and comments. I touched upon it in my Blogshido series of posts and randomly sneak attack you by suggesting maybe you should try scheduling. Many people are intimidated by Schedule-Fu, while others just don't want anything to do with it. If you don't have any interest, this post is not for you. This is a post to help Masters of this discipline increase their mastery and to help those who have not started yet down the path but who are wondering about it. But I would like to say that ANYONE can master Schedule-Fu and make it their own.

The single most important tool that a master of Schedule-Fu has available to him or her is a calendar. I use three calendars myself, because of the amount of things I keep track of and it would be wicked messy to put it all one one calendar. I use the calendar above to keep track of real life things, like doctors appointments, car things, social engagements, etc. It's on the wall next to our door, so I see it every morning and evening as I come and go. As long as I write stuff down (and so does Mrs B), we never forget things happening in real life. That's important, because you know, Real Life.

The next calendar I use is the Protonmail calendar. I use this calendar as a widget on my phone. The reason I've put it on my phone is so that when I go to look at it, I don't get distracted from my purpose and end up not reading my Bible. This is a chart for what I'm to read each day. I used to use little paper charts, but the print was so small on them (because they were trying to fit a whole years worth of stuff on one 8.5x11) that I had to abandon them. This has one purpose alone and it's not cluttered up. Now, it was a lot of work setting it up, as I had to enter each day individually and click the "repeat annually" for every day. But once it was done, it was set for the years to come.

Finally, and the most used and most relevant for blogging. is my google calendar. This is where I plan out everything blog related. The blue posts are the ones I've written and scheduled. The red ones are unwritten ones but are there to show me when I want a post. As you can see, when I took the screen capture, I hadn't yet written this post. By the time this goes live, most of June should be a sea of blue. The nice thing about using red and blue is that I can rearrange the red posts however I want should something come up. It gives me the comfort of still using the schedule but also the freedom to rearrange things should that one iota of "artistic" me strike :-D

I realize scheduling like this just isn't for everyone. It can bring more stress to others and become a weight that drags them down. But if you want to become a disciple of Scheduling, these tools, or ones like them, can help you tremendously. I know of people who keep a planner journal and use that.

There you go. Now you too can become a Scheduling Guru! 

[Journal] Pear Garden

 

This is the blurb about this journal from Paperblanks:
"During the Tang Dynasty (618–907), the Emperor Taizong founded an opera school called Liyuan (Pear Garden). Chinese opera reached its pinnacle under the Qing court (1644–1911), giving birth to what is known as Peking Opera. Reproduced here is a piece of beautifully embroidered opera skirt from that era."

When I was deciding which 8 Journals to buy last year, by the end I wanted something that looked completely different from all my others. This Pear Garden option worked a treat. You can't see it in the pictures, but it has a little bit of sparkle to it. I'm gonna sparkle like a bloody Twilight Vampire!

Hope you have a great weekend and feel free to tell me how you feel about the journal, Twilight, vampires or just life in general. "I'm Listening"

Bone Swans 2Stars

 

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Title: Bone Swans
Series: -----
Author: Claire Cooney
Rating: 2 of 5 Stars
Genre: Fantasy
Pages: 236
Words: 95K
Publish: 2015

Last year Bookforager reviewed this collection. In her review, she sounded exactly how I felt when I would read a Patricia McKillip book. As McKillip is now dead and will not be writing any more stories, I was hoping that maybe this Cooney girl could pick up the slack. Saying I had high hopes was putting it mildly.

Things got off to a rocky start. There was an introduction by Gene Wolfe, as he knew Cooney. I despise Wolfe’s writings, so when he praises someone, that’s a big old warning sign to me. I knew that biased me so I went into the actual stories determined not to let Wolfe ruin this for me. No fear on that account, Cooney did that all by herself with no help from anyone.

I have described McKillip’s writing as fire and silk, rounded stones in a small brook creating that soothing babbling sound. Her writing was poetry in lyrical form. Cooney had that same poetical format and even I could appreciate it. However, Cooney was rotting granite (if you have ever come into contact with rotting rock, you know how vile it is) in the midst of a swamp of effluent. Every story set my teeth on edge. My back was completely riled. I hated this collection. I’m not going to go into specifics in this review because I don’t want to give any more of my time to even thinking about Cooney. I know nothing about her beyond the introduction by Wolfe and I want to keep it that way.

If you are curious about the book’s contents, read Bookforager’s review. She did an admirable job and I have no hesitation about recommending her review.

★★☆☆☆

From the Publisher & ToC

A swan princess hunted for her bones, a broken musician and his silver pipe, and a rat named Maurice bring justice to a town under fell enchantment. A gang of courageous kids confronts both a plague-destroyed world and an afterlife infested with clowns but robbed of laughter. In an island city, the murder of a child unites two lovers, but vengeance will part them. Only human sacrifice will save a city trapped in ice and darkness. Gold spun out of straw has a price, but not the one you expect.

Introducing C. S. E. Cooney

Life on the Sun

The Bone Swans of Amandale

Martyr’s Gem

How the Milkmaid Struck a Bargain with the Crooked One

The Big Bah-Ha

Currently Reading: Batman/Shadow: The Murder Geniuses

 

I am a fan of The Shadow. Lashaan is a huge fan of Batman. He read this way back in '19 and it caught my eye then. It has just taken a little bit of time for me to get around to it, hahahahaa. I do like that cover and you know what? The Shadow's schnozz isn't huge, amazing!

I just wanted to showcase the cover because while I like it a lot, there is no way it'll ever make the Cover Love category.

Cheers!

Monster Hunter Siege (MHI #6) 4Stars

 

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Title: Monster Hunter Siege
Series: MHI #6
Author: Larry Correia
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Pages: 348
Words: 137K
Publish: 2017

A couple of books ago (Alpha) we were introduced to a character named Jason Lococo. He was a big ol’ brute who had a heart of gold and helped the boss of Monster Hunter International stop a werewolf invasion from taking over the United States. He got sucked into the Nightmare Dimension in Legion and was making the main character, Own Pitt, feel really guilty. So Owen sets off to rescue him and some other survivors. It snowballs into a massive multi-Hunter Company taskforce and they basically attack a Russian island with US military level power. Then Owen has to go through the gate to the Nightmare Dimension and save everyone. He has to fight off a High Hunt and he does so with Lococo’s help. He rescues the other guys and Lococo disappears. Only in the end to find out that Lococo was just a meat suit for a super demon named Asag who wants to destroy our world and that Asag needed a meat suit to get back to our dimension. Just like the Smoke Monster in LOST.

So this whole book was a longcon game by Asag, who was manipulating Owen the entire time. How cool is that?

All the fighting monsters was cool too. But I liked getting to the end and realizing that Owen, the Chosen One, was fooled like everyone else. I love this series but I don’t love Owen. Almost everybody else I enjoy reading about. But Owen, while I don’t hate him, I don’t actively enjoy him as a character at all. It’s too bad, since he IS the main character, hahahahaa.

Reading this MHI series months apart (as opposed to the years between initial releases) makes the overall big picture storyline much clearer. I can put pieces together now that I didn’t even realize were pieces back on my first read. I like that, a lot. It’s fun, it’s engaging and it is good writing. Also makes me realize that I could never BE a series writer. Not that I want to be an author mind you (I’d rather poke your eyes out than become an author), but knowing I don’t have that skillset is reassuring. No accidentally becoming an author for me! (crisis averted)

★★★★☆

From MHI.Fandom.com & Bookstooge

GO BIG OR GO HOME

When Monster Hunter International's top hunter, Owen Zastava Pitt, was given a tip about some hunters who had gone missing in action, he didn’t realize their rescue mission would snowball into the single biggest operation in MHI's history. Their men are being held prisoner in a horrific nightmare dimension, and the only way to reach them is through the radioactive ruins of a monster-infested war zone.

As if that wasn't bad enough, it's also the home base of the powerful creature behind the devastating attacks on the Last Dragon and Copper Lake. It turns out ancient gods of chaos really hate trespassers. But this god picked a fight with the wrong crew, and now MHI wants payback. Calling on their allies, a massive expedition is formed, and with the odds stacked against them, a legion of hunters goes to war.

It's D-Day at the City of Monsters.

Pitt rescues the survivors and even makes it back himself, against all odds. But just like in LOST, Asag needed a dead meat suit to escape the Nightmare Dimension and now he’s in our world, free to cause chaos and destruction to his heart’s content.

• Monster Hunter Siege (2017 Review)

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