Sunday, March 15, 2015

I’m currently reading A Discovery of Witches, A Novel (An All Souls Trilogy).

It is somewhat outside my normal reading pattern, and was chosen for that reason. I’m having some fun with it, however.

Our primary character is depicted as a non-practicing witch (who has discovered that she’s been practicing witchcraft in spite of her own denials), and is now in friendship with three vampires (mortal enemy’s of her kind), in challenge to at least two other witches (one of whom implies witches killed her parents.

She’s also be-friended Daemons (whom she has also been trained to distrust).

All of that aside, I’ve laid aside the book to complete this entry and watch the NASCAR hype on the TV.

The problem is the last paragraph I read  before setting down the book. That paragraph is describing the open throats of some victims from around the world in the news clippings our lady character has been handed by the vampire protagonist to read. The articles have been suggestive of vampire activity by the human editors and is worrying the vampire community (those in the know, as it were).

I’m suddenly reminded by my fantasy book of the real world of ISIS removing heads and killing folks for fun and sport and wondered if there is a relationship between their religion affirmations and the supernatural world of  bloodlust and liking the night and dark spaces.

Ah. What a simple explanation for it, yes?

All of this through Lent.

Which reminds me, one of the hardware stores I went to the other day I had to return to, it being closed for Lent church service on the Friday. Instead of the hour and a half on the door note, they stayed closed for four hours.

I did ask if they’d given up business for Lent, to which the fellow, rightfully, gave me a surprised look, wondering, I suppose, why I’d mention something that would normally be understood without explanation.

That’s what my impatience gets me.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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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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