Monday, September 15, 2025

Inferno - MTG 4E

 

Lord Ith was the ruler of the Conclave until Mairsil usurped his power and imprisoned him below the Conclave's citadel, installing himself as the First Among the Equals.

Later, the conclave was attacked by a Church of Tal army led by Primata Delphine. Mairsil faced the Primata directly, and after draining away her magical defenses with the Wand of Ith, he stabbed her to death. However, in the chaos surrounding the assault, Jodah freed Ith, who was almost completely mad by that point. An enraged Ith destroyed Mairsil before Jodah cured his mind.

However, Mairsil had imbued his life into a small ruby ring, and his essence survived for the next 2,000 years. The artifact was found during the Ice Age by a soldier named Lim-Dûl, who gained vast necromantic abilities thanks to the power of the ring. In the service of Leshrac, he terrorized Ice Age Terisiare with undead hordes until being defeated by an alliance between Kjeldor and Balduvia.

Magic had a rich and complicated story to go along with the cards. Bits and pieces of that story were revealed in the errata on the cards (the stuff in italics). Some people collected the cards JUST to get more info about the stories going on. It sure does take all kinds!


Sunday, September 14, 2025

Mrs Pollifax and the Golden Triangle (Mrs Pollifax #8) 3.5Stars

 

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Title: Mrs Pollifax and the Golden Triangle
Series: Mrs Pollifax #8
Author: Dorothy Gilman
Rating: 3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Thriller
Pages: 162
Words: 58K
Publish: 1988



Thankfully, there is no torture. Mrs P still gets in a world of trouble and it’s tense as all get out, as Cyrus (her husband) gets kidnapped and its up to Mrs P to rescue him, in the jungles of Thailand.

A romping good time with thugs, rogue military people, peaceful wise and gentle “natives” and some monk who is probably an American who gave it all up decades ago plus some hijinks going on at the CIA, those lovable scamps *heart

Hahahahahaa. I think I enjoyed this as much as I did simply because of the lack of torture. It is mentioned in this book and Mrs P is realizing she has to work through what happened to her, BUT, and I think this is why I like this series so much, she doesn’t let that incident stop her from doing what she needs to in the here and now. She watches her husband be kidnapped and instead of fainting or falling apart, she enlists the aid of a dubious man she just met and starts tracking down the vehicle. We get glimpses into her mind, so we the readers know how upset, conflicted and concerned she is, but she still takes action. Man, there are some male book characters who don’t have balls as big as Mrs P, that’s for sure! (and I wish she would karate chop them to death for the record)

When it comes to this series, I think I’m in it until the very end. As long as there isn’t any more torture in Mrs P’s future.

★★★✬☆


From Wikipedia.org & Bookstooge

This time Mrs. Pollifax's assignment seems simple: while she and her husband Cyrus Reed are vacationing in Thailand, she is to pick up some valuable information on drug smuggling from an informant called Ruamsak. Everything goes awry immediately: Ruamsak is murdered, Cyrus is kidnapped, and Emily joins forces with Bonchoo, an intriguing stranger with complex reasons of his own for wanting to find Cyrus. They meet the Akha people in the jungle. The usual phalanx of muddled but supportive CIA agents try to follow Emily through the jungles of Thailand and are seriously rattled when one of their directors abruptly vanishes, only to reappear in the Golden Triangle as the head of all illicit drug trafficking. Pollifax needs all her wiles and her considerable skills in the martial arts, not only to track her husband but also to put a serious dent in the heroin trade.

Bonchoo is Ruamsak and he gets his payment from Mrs Pollifax. Cyrus is rescued, heroin is burnt, the CIA bigwig is found out that he was covering for his brother, who is now dead, so nobody at the CIA cares, Mrs Pollifax and Cyrus make it home safe and sound and Mrs P doesn’t quit the CIA (even though she should).



Friday, September 12, 2025

A Sabbath Letter #4

 



It has been 2 1/2 years since I posted "A Sabbath Letter #3". The world is crazier, faster and filled with even more chaos than back then. Thankfully, the Sabbath has not changed and it is still available to any who would seek God's peace. Here is another weekly Sabbath email that I got recently.

A popular New England radio talk show host frequently runs an ad in which he begins, “I can’t remember crazier times than what’s going on these days,” or some such language. Then he advocates going out and purchasing precious metals. Huh?  So gold and silver are the saviors?  To me such talk sounds like something the Bible calls idolatry.

But I agree with him that the days we’re living in are really weird. Something is out of kilter in the spiritual sphere, and its impact on our spirits is not imaginary. So what are we to do about this?  Like most of you, I imagine, I find a lot of comfort in the Scriptures. One evening this week, feeling the pressure, I turned to Psalm 46: “God is our refuge.” That’s enough right there, but the whole Psalm is filled with reason for security, stability, and hope, despite the upsets in the world around us.

So this Sabbath, how about meditating a little extra on the living, timeless, up-to-date Word of God? I even got out a musical version of Psalm 46 and meditated on that for a while.  “Therefore will we not fear, though the earth do change…” What a comfort!  “There is a River” of living waters… refreshing our souls, right in the midst of tribulation. And concerning the City of God—“God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved”! Not moved, no matter what. Not shaken from our foundations, because they are built upon the foundation of the Apostles and Prophets, and Jesus is the Chief Cornerstone!

God is good; He remains omnipotent; He holds the reins; His security is not challenged—and neither is ours. Let’s rejoice, sit back, and take it in. Then—send it out by faith to people around us who are deeply distressed. We can make a difference for others.

I am praying that you will find salvation through Jesus and thus be given the peace of the Sabbath today. Christ's blessing to you when you read this.


Thursday, September 11, 2025

9/11 - I Still Remember

 


Today was a normal day except inside my head and heart. I worked, just like I did 24 years ago. I ate breakfast, lunch and now dinner. Life, normal ordinary Life, continues on. But I will remember and I will for the rest of my life. A shared private grief that like a badly set broken bone, has healed but will always twinge on the date of its occurrence. I bow my head in silence.


Wednesday, September 10, 2025

The Dragonbone Chair (Memory, Sorrow and Thorn #1) 5Stars

 

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Title: The Dragonbone Chair
Series: Memory, Sorrow and Thorn #1
Author: Tad Williams
Rating: 5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Pages: 824
Words: 288K
Publish: 1988



Ahhhhh, this was good. Williams was pushing the page count for epic fantasy while Sanderson was still scarfing down peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. This is yet another of those books I grew up on and am still enjoying re-reading.

I had forgotten just how vexing and whiny Simon (the main character) starts out as. He’s a 14 or 15 year old boy who is a daydreamer and man, I wanted to slap him so many times. The good thing is that he doesn’t automagically just “change” and become a Gary Stu. He has some horrible experiences and you can see him growing through those experiences. He doesn’t become another person, he slowly changes. Williams knows how to write characters and it is a joy to watch.

There was so much detail I had forgotten since I last read this in 2011 that it “almost” felt like a new book. I like that feeling of knowing the general outline of the story (which is comforting to me) and mixing it with that new feeling (which is exciting). Having them both at the same time is just great. When I was done with the book I seriously considered just writing a review consisting of “I loved this!” with a synopsis from Wikipedia. And really, if you parse down everything I’ve said so far, that’s the essence here :-)

Not everything by Williams connects with me. But when it does, it’s electric. I never even noticed how long the page count was until I started this review. I just knew I was enjoying the story the entire 800+ pages and it never dragged or was “world build’y” to pad things out. That’s success in my books!

The main reason I am reading this Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy again is because Williams has recently finished up a sequel series, “Last King of Osten Ard”. I want to read that but am concerned that I will need a recent read of MST to know what’s going on. Considering how well this went, I don’t think that is going to be a problem at all!

★★★★★


From Fandom.com

For eons the Hayholt belonged to the immortal Sithi, but they had fled the great castle before the onslaught of Mankind. Men have long ruled this greatest of strongholds, and the rest of Osten Ard as well. Prester John, High King of all the nations of men, is its most recent master; after an early life of triumph and glory, he has presided over decades of peace from his skeletal throne, the Dragonbone Chair.

Simon, an awkward fourteen year old, is one of the Hayholt's scullions. His parents are dead, his only real family the chamber maids and their stern mistress, Rachel the Dragon. When Simon can escape his kitchen-work he steals away to the cluttered chambers of Doctor Morgenes, the castle's eccentric scholar. When the old man invites Simon to be his apprentice, the youth is overjoyed - until he discovers that Morgenes prefers teaching reading and writing to magic.

Soon ancient King John dies, so Elias, the older of the two sons, prepares to take the throne. Josua, Elias' somber brother, nicknamed Lackhand because of a disfiguring wound, argues harshly with the king-to-be about Pryrates, the ill-reputed priest who is one of Elias' closest advisers. The brothers' feud is a cloud of foreboding over castle and country.

Elias' reign as king starts well, but a drought comes and plague strikes several of the nations of Osten Ard. Soon outlaws roam the roads and people begin to vanish from isolated villages. The order of things is breaking down, and the king's subjects are losing confidence in his rule, but nothing seems to bother the monarch or his friends. As rumblings of discontent begin to be heard throughout the kingdom, Elias' brother Josua disappears - to plot rebellion, some say.

Elias' misrule upsets many, including Duke Isgrimnur of Rimmersgard and Count Eolair, an emissary from the western country of Hernystir. Even King Elias' own daughter Miriamele is uneasy, especially about the scarlet-robed Pryrates, her father's trusted adviser.

Meanwhile Simon is muddling along as Morgenes' helper. The two become fast friends despite Simon's mooncalf nature and the doctor's refusal to teach him anything resembling magic. During one of his meanderings through the secret byways of the labyrinthine Hayholt, Simon discovers a secret passage and is almost captured there by Pryrates. Eluding the priest, he enters a hidden underground chamber and finds Josua, who is being held captive for use in some terrible ritual planned by Pryrates. Simon fetches Doctor Morgenes and the two of them free Josua and take him to the doctor's chambers, where Josua is sent to freedom down a tunnel that leads beneath the ancient castle. Then, as Morgenes is sending off messenger birds bearing news of what has happened to mysterious friends, Pryrates and the king's guard come to arrest the doctor and Simon. Morgenes is killed fighting Pryrates, but his sacrifice allows Simon to escape into the tunnel.

Half-maddened, Simon makes his way through the midnight corridors beneath the castle, which contain the runes of the old Sithi palace. He surfaces in the graveyard beyond the town wall, then is lured by the light of a bonfire. He witnesses a weird scene: Pryrates and King Elias engaged in a ritual with black-robed, white-faced creatures. The pale things give Elias a strange gray sword of disturbing power, named Sorrow. Simon flees.

Life in the wilderness on the edge of the great forest Aldheorte is miserable, and weeks later Simon is nearly dead from hunger and exhaustion, but still far away from his destination, Josua's northern keep at Naglimund. Going to a forest cot to beg, he finds a strange being caught in a trap - one of the Sithi, a race thought to be mythical, or at least long-vanished. The cotsman returns, but before he can kill the helpless Sitha, Simon strikes him down. The Sitha, once freed, stops only long enough to fire a white arrow at Simon, then disappears. A new voice tells Simon to take the white arrow, that it is a Sithi gift.

The dwarfish newcomer is a troll named Binabik, who rides a great gray wolf. He tells Simon he was only passing by, but now he will accompany the boy to Naglimund. Simon and Binabik endure many adventures and strange events on the way to Naglimund: they come to realize that they have fallen afoul of a threat greater than merely a king and his counselor deprived of their prisoner. At last, when they find themselves pursued by unearthly white hounds who wear the brand of Stormspike, a mountain of evil reputation in the far north, they are forced to head for the shelter of Geloe's forest house, taking with them a pair of travelers they have rescued from the hounds. Geloe, a blunt-spoken forest woman with a reputation as a witch, confers with them and agrees that somehow the ancient Norns, embittered relatives of the Sithi, have become embroiled in the fate of Prester John's kingdom.

Pursuers human and otherwise threaten them on their journey to Naglimund. After Binabik is shot with an arrow, Simon and one of the rescued travelers, a servant girl, must struggle on through the forest. They are attacked by a shaggy giant and saved only by the appearance of Josua's hunting party.

The prince brings them to Naglimund, where Binabik's wounds are cared for, and where it is confirmed that Simon has stumbled into a terrifying swirl of events. Elias is coming soon to besiege Josua's castle. Simon's serving-girl companion was Princess Miriamele traveling in disguise, fleeing her father, whom she fears has gone mad under Pryrates' influence. From all over the north and elsewhere, frightened people are flocking to Naglimund and Josua, their last protection against a mad king.

Then, as the prince and others discuss the coming battle, a strange old Rimmersman named Jarnauga appears in the council's meeting hall. He is a member of the League of the Scroll, a circle of scholars and initiates of which Morgenes and Binabik's master were both part, and he brings more grim news. Their enemy, he says, is not just Elias: the king is receiving aid from Ineluki the Storm King, who had once been a prince of the Sithi - but who has been dead for five centuries, and whose bodiless spirit now rules the Norns of Stormspike Mountain, pale relatives of the banished Sithi.

It was the terrible magic of the gray sword Sorrow that caused Ineluki's death - that, and mankind's attack on Sithi. The League of the Scroll believes that Sorrow has been given to Elias as the first step in some incomprehensible plan of revenge, a plan that will bring the earth beneath the heel of the undead Storm king. The only hope comes from a prophetic poem that seems to suggest that "three swords" might help turn back Ineluki's powerful magic.

One of the swords is the Storm King's Sorrow, already in the hands of their enemy, King Elias. Another is the Rimmersgard blade Minneyar, which was also once at the Hayholt, but whose whereabouts are now unknown. The third is Thorn, black sword of King John's greatest knight, Sir Camaris. Jarnauga and others think they have traced it to a location in the frozen north. On this slim hope, Josua sends Binabik, Simon, and several soldiers off in search of Thorn, even as Naglimund prepares for siege.

Others are affected by the growing crisis. Princess Miriamele, frustrated by her uncle Josua's attempts to protect her, escapes Naglimund in disguise, accompanied by the mysterious monk Cadrach. She hopes to make her way to southern Nabban and plead with her relatives there to aid Josua. Old Duke Isgrimnur, at Josua's urging, disguises his own very recognizable features and follows after to rescue her. Tiamak, a swamp-dwelling Wrannaman scholar, receives a strange message from his old mentor Morgenes that tells of bad times coming and hints that Tiamak has a part to play. Maegwin, a daughter of the king of Hernystir, watches helplessly as her own family and country are drawn into a whirlpool of war by the treachery of High King Elias.

Simon and Binabik and their company are ambushed by Ingen Jegger, huntsman of Stormspike, and his servants. They are saved only the reappearance of the Sitha Jiriki, whom Simon had saved from the cotsman's trap. When he learns of their quest, Jiriki decides to accompany them to Urmsheim mountain, legendary abode of one of the great dragons, in search of Thorn.

By the time Simon and the others reach the mountain, King Elias has brought his besieging army to Josua's castle at Naglimund, and though the first attacks are repulsed, the defenders suffer great losses. At last Elias' forces seem to retreat and give up the siege, but before the stronghold's inhabitants can celebrate, a weird storm appears on the northern horizon, bearing down on Naglimund. The storm is the cloak under which Ineluki's own horrifying army of Norns and giants travels, and when the Red Hand, the Storm King's chief servants, thrown down Naglimund's gates, a terrible slaughter begins. Josua and a few other manage to flee the ruin of the castle. Before escaping into the great forest, Prince Josua curses Elias for his conscienceless bargain with the Storm King and swears that he will take their father's crown back.

Simon and his companions climb Urmsheim, coming through great dangers to discover the Uduntree, a titanic frozen waterfall. There they find Thorn in a tomblike cave. Before they can take the sword and make their escape, Ingen Jegger appears once more attacks with his troop of soldiers. The battle awakens Igjarjuk, the white dragon, who has been slumbering for years beneath the ice. Many on both sides are killed. Simon alone is left standing, trapped on the edge of a cliff; as the ice-worm bears down upon him, he lifts Thorn and swings it. The dragon's scalding black blood spurts over him as he is struck senseless.

Simon awakens in a cave on the troll mountain of Yiquanuc. Jiriki and Haestan, an Erkynlandish soldier, nurse him to health. Thorn has been rescued from Urmsheim, but Binabik is being held prisoner by his own people, along with Sludig the Rimmersman, under sentence of death. Simon himself has been scarred by the dragon's blood and a wide swath of his hair has turned white. Jiriki names him "Snowlock" and tells Simon that, for good or for evil, he has been irrevocably marked.



Tuesday, September 09, 2025

Then It Fell Apart (Non-Fiction) 2Stars

 

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Title: Then It Fell Apart
Series: Non-Fiction
Author: Moby
Rating: 2 of 5 Stars
Genre: Non-Fiction
Pages: 382
Words: 119K
Publish: 2019



Wikipedia has this little bit to say about this book:

The memoir predominantly deals with Moby's life from 1999 to 2009 with some flashbacks to his early childhood. In particular, the memoir deals with his surprise at the accidental success of Play, his descent into alcohol addiction, and his decision in 2007 to finally go to rehab in order to stay sober.”

I read Moby’s first memoir, Porcelain, back in 2017. I enjoyed it and so when I was looking for non-fiction books to fill up my non-fiction category, I found out Moby had written a second memoir.

This book alternates chapters from 1999 to 2008 and then from 1968 to the 80’s.

Moby claims to remember stuff from 3 years old and on. Some of it pretty terrible in fact. I can’t say he’s lying, but most kids do not remember things from that age, not even the really bad stuff. The one thing that bears him out though is his later behavior, which has all the classic signs of an abuse victim. Then again, all one has to do is take a Psych 101 class to learn what those behaviors are. The 1999 and on parts were about his meteoric rise to fame and then his gradual descent. It was the typical shallow rockstar story of drugs, alcohol and sex. The book ends with him going to an AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) meeting and realizing that he did need help.

My problem is that not once is there any sense of shame or regret. He goes through people (not just girlfriends) like they are disposable. It was exactly the same as how he wrote about people in Porcelain. A name, a situation, then we never hear about them again. We don’t hear how or why he stopped hanging out with them, beyond the occasional “and I was a dick to them” general blabbings. It was trademark narcissism. I was hoping since he’d gotten clean around 2008 that he’d grown up between then and writing this book. Sadly, it seems he hadn’t.

He didn’t handle fame very well and his drinking, drug use and promiscuity were simply accelerated by it. This was a journal of self-destruction. I also had my doubts about the accuracy of things portrayed. Memory is a porous thing (hence my weekly journaling) and details are easy to misremember OR to be remembered in a light that makes us feel better about ourselves.

Overall, this felt like I had been dragged through a sewer and had many, many instances of second hand shame, as there wasn’t any on Moby’s part.

I had a large collection of Moby’s work on hand while reading this and would have it playing in the background. I listened to his earlier works, which I didn’t care for, then his three big album hits (Play, 18 and Hotel, with Play and 18 including the B-sides songs) which I did enjoy quite a bit and then his later stuff which I once again did not enjoy. It felt like he was a musician doing “musician’y” things for his own enjoyment or other musicians rather than for the masses like me. I can understand why those three albums made waves and I can understand why his other stuff didn’t.

If Moby ever writes a third memoir about getting cleaned up and his life after fame, I’ll be tempted to read it. But I don’t know if I would or not. I can’t take another book of non-repentance.

★★☆☆☆


Monday, September 08, 2025

Immolation - MTG 4E

 

The flames dance, a hungry orange tongue,
Lapping at skin, a story unsung.
Each nerve alive, a vibrant, searing cry,
As flesh surrenders, reaching for the sky. 

No scream escapes, only a silent plea,
For release from this fiery decree.
The body writhes, a fragile, burning shell,
Consuming all, a dark and smoky spell. 

Yet in this blaze, a truth begins to bloom,
A cleansing fire, dispelling inner gloom.
The old self fades, a wisp upon the breeze,
While new beginnings stir among the trees.

The heat subsides, the embers start to gleam,
A promise whispered, a resurrected dream.
From ashes rising, a phoenix takes its flight,
Transformed by fire, bathed in golden light

~ Ember and Ash, a poem by James Zoller


Sunday, September 07, 2025

Reading Rotation 9/25

 

Several years ago, I wrote up a Post where I listed all of the Various Authors or Series I had on my kindle that I was reading through. Given that I wanted to do less book review posts this month, that meant I had to write other stuff. Lists are easy in that regards ;-) So without further ado, here is the list of authors and/or series, annotated, that I currently have on my ereader.


Austen.
This is pretty self-explanatory I think. I am currently working my way through all her Juvenilia.

Black Widowers / Mythago Wood
I am rotating between reading 3 of the Black Widower books by Asimov with 3-4 of the Mythago Wood books by Robert Holdstock.

Coleridge
This is a trilogy by Laird Barron about a former mob enforcer named Isaiah Coleridge. Crime fiction is what I think the genre falls into.

Conan
Once again, pretty self-explanatory.

Cook / Herron
I am rotating between Herron's Slough House series and Glen Cook's Black Company. 3 of one, then 3 of the other.

Discword / Bond
3-4 Discworld books by Pratchett and then 3 James bond books by Flemming.

Dracula / Lord of the Isles
3 of the Dracula Files books by Fred Saberhagen and then 3 of the Lord of the Isles by David Drake

Empire Rising / Vorkosigan Saga
Once again, 3 of the Empire Rising books by David Holmes and then 3 of the Vorkosigan books by Lois Bujold

Hamilton
This is a split between two "Complete Collections" of Edmond Hamilton and the Complete Dumarest series by Edwin Tubb. I linked them together because of the similarity of their first names. It doesn't take much to get me to "organize" things after all :-D

Hitchcock
Those lovely "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" crime fiction stories. I have 5 or 6 of these currently on my Era (my ereader) and 18 or 19 still in my calibre library. I won't be reading them all in a row. I'll read 5 or 6 then replace them with some other trilogy or some such to give me a break and then return to this after Trilogy X is finished. I do my best to keep things fresh.

MHI
The Monster Hunter International books by Larry Correia. Once I'm finished what is currently out, I plan on re-reading Correia's Grimnoir trilogy and I'll just place it in this category so I don't have to rename things ;-)

Misc
This is for all my standalone books that either don't belong to a series OR I just want to read the first book of a series and pretend it is not part of a series. I'll list these, just because.

  • Everything Flows by Vasily Grossman
  • Joy Makers by James Gunn (not that stinking movie guy)
  • Way-farer by Dennis Schmidt
  • The Resolve of Immortal Flesh by Rich Colburn
  • Dune by Frank Herbert
  • Drumindor by Michael Sullivan

Nonfiction
This is the year I am seriously trying to read more non-fiction. Having an actual "category" for it helps tremendously.

Osten Ard
These are the fantasy books by Tad Williams consisting of the Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy and then the sequel series Last King of Osten Ard. MST is a favorite from my young adult days, so I hope the Last King works well for my older self.

Pollifax / Alphabet
Switching every couple of books between the Mrs Pollifax series by Dorothy Gilman and the Alphabet crime mystery books by Sue Grafton featuring the character Kinsey Milhone. Completely different female characters. One I love and so far, one I hate. I'll let you guess which is which.

Ravens Shadow
The Ravens Shadow trilogy by Anthony Ryan. I enjoyed the first book when I read it years ago but lost track of them as they came out. I'm hoping I still enjoy them.

Rohmer
Much like the "Hamilton" category, this consists of two "complete collections" of Sax Rohmer (I am most interested in his Fu-Manchu books) and William Hodgson (who wrote the extremely weird House on the Borderland with that horrible yet mesmerizing pigman cover). This is my way of reading more older works, but at a slower rate than the newer stuff. More of a slow drip than me chowing them down like a pepperoni pizza.

The Russians
Cycling through the complete works of Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy and Turgenev. I'm in no hurry, so going through the collections is once again like a drip feed.

Saga of the Forgotten Warrior
Larry Correia's foray into the book writing world of epic fantasy. He's a good enough author that I don't mind reading 2 different series by him, this and the Monster Hunter International.

The Shadow
I have 10 or 11 Shadow omnibuses and each of them contains 5 or 6 The Shadow stories. Every time I finish one omnibus, I decide then if I want to replace it with the next omnibus or with a completely different series to give myself a break. Just like with the Hitchcock category, keeping things fresh is Important.

Warhammer 40K
This is a real hodge-podge of whatever WH40K books I feel like reading. Most of WH40K is about the damnable Astartes/Space Marines and I HATE those guys, so I am forced to pick up other books. The problem is that the publisher, Black Library, doesn't make their back catalog easy to figure out what faction is being written about, so I have a very hit and miss approach to the books I add to this. If it wasn't for both Dawie and Mark, I would have given up on this "series" long ago. But they have given me enough help that I have close to another year's worth of books to go. I can deal with that.

Wolfe
The Nero Wolfe books by Rex Stout. Only 13 or 14 more to go and then it will be time to start the most excellent re-read journey of all 47 books :-D It just doesn't get much better than that!

YA
This is the category I use for all of the non-adult books. From middle grade to highschool to college age, I just chuck them all in here to keep from becoming totally disconnected from those kids who won't get off of my lawn. Right now, I am re-reading the original Earthsea trilogy by Ursula LeGuin. Good stuff!


If you read all of that, color me impressed. My reading rotation is complex, complicated and suited to no one else but myself. However, it works like you wouldn't believe. I haven't had a reading slump since 2015 or so, not even when life was almost unbearably stressful. I read each category one after the other, so I never have a "choice" about what to read next. I've made that "choice" already by including the books in the category. My choices are long range, not book by book, and it has worked for me. I have tried to recommend it to other people but I no longer do that for a variety of reasons. I am satisfied enough that it works for me.

What a great way to start the week, eh?


Friday, September 05, 2025

My Week XXIX

 

This post is going to start two weeks ago, because I said so. Last week I returned to work after two months of being out due to an optic nerve palsy. I had scheduled my routine eye injection for Friday, so I only had to work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Let me tell you, I was so out of shape that by the time Friday morning rolled around, I was HAPPY to get the eye injection and not have to walk another day. My legs and feet hurt so bad that I had to take a tylenol when I got up Friday morning.

The following Monday was Labor Day, a federal holiday, so lots of people got it off. Of course, Mrs B works retail so she didn't. So I was home alone for the day. You know what I did? I watched Cheers for 7hrs straight. Cheers is a sitcom from the 80's and 90's. By the time Mrs B got home I felt like a zombie and realized it was a complete waste of a day. I was worn out still from work (3-4 days ago!) that I didn't care. I just enjoyed sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing. Ahhhhh.

Then Tuesday happened, da da dum! I was assigned to a job that I could do by myself with the gps equipment about an hour away. The vehicle I was to use had a slow leak in one of the tires but as long as we pumped it up each morning, it was good to go. Well, 10m minutes from the job site, the patch on the hole gives up the ghost and the tire goes flat in 60 seconds. That van is so noisy that I didn't hear anything, but the steering immediately went supah wonkey and I pulled over. Sure enough, that tire was dead and I could feel the air coming out of the hole. Took me an hour to change that tire. It was big enough that I couldn't lift the spare back on, but thankfully a local cop stopped by and gave me a hand. I was sweating like a pig and upset as all get out (they KNEW the tire had a slow leak but didn't want to get it properly fixed) but at least I was only 10minutes from the site and could get going and grump to myself in the woods in peace. I even told the cop that the day just HAD to get better.

So Naive...

Ohhhhhh. I get to the site (which I remind you is an hour from the office) only to realize I've forgotten a vital piece of equipment that I need to do the job. I call the office and they send someone with it to meet me half way at a local town office. I'm waiting and waiting and finally text the guy, asking where he is. He tells me he is there and wondering where I am. He starts describing what he is seeing and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. There are two towns that both start with Green but have different endings. He had gone to the wrong town. I let the office manager know and that point he said to just come back, as it was a complete waste of time. So I get a second job, just 20minutes from the office.

And somebody had been messing with the equipment and changed some settings, so it wasn't working right. But I didn't know WHAT settings had changed. I played around with what I knew, but by 3pm I was so angry and frustrated and my feet hurt (I had walked about a mile at this point looking for control points) that I just called it a day. Once back at the office the new guy (who is a licensed surveyor from Texas of all places) showed me what he had changed and what I needed to do to get it back to working order. I didn't even punch him for messing around with equipment that he doesn't know how WE use. I came home, ate dinner and was in bed by 8pm. I was ready to quit my job or do murder or both.

AND THAT WAS TUESDAY.

Wednesday was just another day of getting back in the saddle. I was again by myself, but doing a job that is ok for a two man crew and physically challenging alone. I did it but I wasn't very happy and once again, I just hurt. A body really gets soft in two months and I am finding out just how soft.

Yeah, that soft

Thursday I went back to the job I was supposed to do on Tuesday. No flat tires, no forgetting equipment, nothing. Everything went well. Except. There was a company outing at 1pm at a local beer garden (I don't know what they call them overseas), basically a place for the people of the company to socialize and drink a couple of adult beverages. Paid from 1pm to 4pm. I was told however that the job I was doing needed to be done by tomorrow and to "budget your time accordingly". Which meant that I needed to stay out today to make sure I got enough done to finish up tomorrow. Which meant I got back at 3pm and missed the entire thing. So while my coworkers were getting paid to swill beer and sit on their *&^% asses (like the office people don't sit on them enough!) I was out working in the woods. And the kicker is I'm not sure I'm going to finish the job up tomorrow anyway. I have to talk to the project manager tomorrow about some stuff.

And that brings us to Friday, ie, today. Except I'm pre-writing all this Thursday evening, so it's "tomorrow" for the me of Right Now. I don't know if I'll be home by 5pm or not and if I'm not, I wanted a record of how this week went down before I forget. And because Monday was a holiday, we don't get paid overtime because we didn't "work" on Monday. So any extra hours I put in are just at the regular rate. Not a very happy feeling. If I'm home before this goes live, I'll update it accordingly. I know you're breathless with anticipation.

Oh hurray, halloo! I was out by 3pm and I finished up the job with no problems. My legs and feet didn't hurt either, so I'm definitely getting back into battle shape. To celebrate such a great thing, I ordered an extra large pizza for the weekend. Half for me, half for Mrs B. So now, no matter how Saturday goes, I'll be ok. I feel like I actually thrived today instead of just surviving. Oh, that is a great feeling.

Saturday is going to be a long day too. I have a Men's Meeting with the guys from the Sunday church at 8am. Immediately after that, Mrs B and I go to the SDA church for service. It is the first Sabbath of the month, which means the Pastor is the one preaching and he almost always preaches until 1pm. After that is potluck, so an hour minimum, if not more. I don't expect to be home before 3 or 4pm. I'm exhausted just thinking about it :-D One good thing is that I don't have a post going live on Saturday, so I don't have to deal with the blog that day.

I can tell I haven't done one of these My Week posts in a long time because the words just came pouring out. Hopefully if I can do one or two of these a month that will help with the deluge of words coming your way. So blessed Sabbath to you and yours.





Thursday, September 04, 2025

Monster Hunter Guardian (MHI #8) 4Stars

 

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Title: Monster Hunter Guardian
Series: MHI #8
Author: Larry Correia & Sarah Hoyt
Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Pages: 313
Words: 119K
Publish: 2019



I re-read this and THEN read my review from 2020 (link at the end of the post).

The only thing I would really change this time around is that I didn’t notice the “emotional” side of things like I did then. No idea why, but I never even noticed it and hadn’t remembered that aspect at all until I re-read my old review.

A marathon of a story about a mother saving her kidnapped son first from a demon who wants to auction him off to other demons and then second, from her own mother who is a superpowerful vampire. The action is almost non-stop and I loved it.

When I read this in 2020 I gave serious though to searching out Sarah Hoyt’s other works and seeing how her stuff compared to this collaboration. Unfortunately, most of her stuff seemed to be ongoing, abandoned or, according to reviews, “have that romance vibe”. Yeah, no thanks to all three of those. So I never investigated any more of her works and I’m still ok with that decision five years later.

★★★★☆


From MHI.Fandom.com & Bookstooge

While Owen and the other Monster Hunters are off in Russia fighting the big baddies, Julie (Own’s wife and former Shackleford) is in charge of running the skeleton crew of MHI. She’s also taking care of her dying grandfather and her newborn son.

She has a recruitment possibility but it goes sideways and turns out to be just a lure so a malevolent being can kill her grandfather and kidnap her son. Brother Death then contacts Julie and says he’ll trade her son for a powerful artifact he knows Julie is guarding, even though she told MHI it was destroyed. She reluctantly agrees but creates a backup plan to recover the item and her son if Brother Death double crosses her. He does. Julie ends up in Germany alone and with almost no weapons. She tracks down the group of cultists who took possession of the artifact only to find out that the kidnapping of her son and artifact were unrelated. In the process of recovering the artifact, Julie breaks about a bajillion german laws and the german version of MCB makes MCB look like a kind and benevolent grandfather.

Julie goes on the run. With the help of Management (the last dragon in existence), she finds a man who is a European Monster Advocate. She needs his help to track down a monster known for kidnapping children, who will hopefully then lead her to Brother Death. Turns out the Monster Advocate was killed years ago and his body taken over by the child killer monster. Julie kills it and lets Management into its computer system. This gets her an invite to an auction that Mr Death is holding, with her son being the main item on the agenda.

Julie heads out with a lawyer from Management. At the auction she becomes aware that her mother is there and wants Julie’s son to raise as her own (Julie’s mom is a nutjob of a super vampire). The auction goes bad and Julie shoots her way out. She rescues her son only to see him taken from her by her mother. With the lawyer’s help she escapes Brother Death.

Julie tracks her mom down and calls all the dregs of MHI to assault the mansion, along with the local branch of government monster hunters. They succeed against all odds and Julie has her son back. She also finds out that MHI is back from the Island.

With help from Owen and some of the other MHI Crew Julie finds out Brother Death’s real name and uses that to kill him. During all of this her Guardian marks have grown and she finds out that as the marks grow, her humanity will shrink until she ceases to be human. At which point she will become a monster herself.



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