Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Among other activities this past week, I’ve been plodding through Hell’s Gate by David Weber and Linda Evans.

I’ve cursed my way through six hundred and eighty odd pages of the twelve hundred and more available.

Through about five hundred some odd, I suffered. Not because it was not interesting – the first time an incident was related. No. I suffered because the same incident was related through several sets of eyes, several times, and it quickly became tiresome. I persevered.

And then I came upon a quote of a character from the story. I’m not sure which author put the words in the character’s mouth, but to whichever I give thanks for the words. I am not too happy at this point that the author saw fit to kill the character off, though.

I do feel though that it may, with reservations, may have been necessary for the story development. Maybe. But then I’m only half way there.

The sparkle in the story came from the following character quotes concerning the entire school of magic, staff and student body alike, with which the character was a long time associate. The character was defending his magical female student.

” — and shove your precious godsdamned, all-holy Academy — and your fucking, jewel-encrusted pedigrees –up your sanctimonious, lying, racist, hemorrhoid-ridden asses sideways!”

For some reason, as I read, I had a flash back several years to an un-named blogger attempting to describe his ‘x’ and her Poet paramour, as he the blogger suffered the pangs of divorce and expounded various retributions to offending couple.

Hell’s Gate then carried me along through this gem of a scene and gave me the character talking to his student (still in the presence of the school staff).

“You’re not to blame, except inasmuch as what these sanctimonious, closed-minded, willfully ignorant, arrogant, bigoted, power-worshiping, stupid prigs have just done to you has finally gotten me to do what I ought to have done so long ago. If they choose to wallow in the muck of their precious supposed shakira superiority to all around them, then so be it. I have better things to do than squat here clutching handfuls of my own shit and calling it diamonds!”

I look forward to the remaing six hundred odd pages. Hoping, of course, I come across at least two more paragraphs.

Two should be enough.

From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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