This feels like Not a Real Review because “Blood Song” is a short prequel to Robert Mullin’s series that starts properly with “Bid the Gods Arise.” Why didn’t I do that instead? “Blood Song” was free for Kindle as a promotion that I only found out about because we have some internet acquaintances in common.
I’m trying to be more cautious about the books I actually buy copies of, and that goes double for yarn-project books, because I don’t want to spend twenty bucks on a book with only a couple patterns I actually like in it.
I just don’t think a romance plot typically has enough conflict for a novel-length story without manufactured bullshit. And also the cultural sexist baggage. And that is why I don’t read romances, summed up in 2 sentences. You’re welcome.
But I suppose it’s good for me to expand my horizons and pick one up — or a Kindle sample for one. At the least I get to feel smug that, yep, I’m still right about them. Continue reading
There was a little tent of indie authors flogging their wares among the jewelry-makers, costumers, and hippies with herbs of the Renaissance faire. But I was having a strong case of too-many-people-itis, so I just grabbed all the free be-blurbed bookmarks and business cards and got out. But to be honest, the highlight of the day was when I got to hold an eagle owl named Katara (squeeeeeeeeeeee). Continue reading
I went to a mini-con the other day, and I had something of an existentialism. They just didn’t have much of anything I wanted to buy. Maybe I should frame it as my being above the material world, all enlightened and shit, but it’s just weird when your identity doesn’t overlap much at all with the group you want to identify with even as far as tchotchkes go.
So, this is a Christian thriller. It’s got that Indiana Jonesy feeling with the Search for the Religious MacGuffin, the MacGuffins in this case being played by a collection of twelve stones the Apostles took from Jesus’ tomb that were imbued with miraculous whatever at the original Pentecost.
I reviewed the first book in this trilogy awhile ago, and I finally got around to reading books #2 and #3, The Superlative Stream and Freeheads, respectively. It let me down. What made the first one great was the cog-in-the-wheel trying-to-get-by sort of feel with the sympathetic-ness and relatability. And probably the cynicism. It’s a pity Sandfly couldn’t have kept his cynicism after he found
Jesus A~A3 (<– And we don’t really see any more clever nomenclature like that anymore. Pity.)