Still wearing his hood, the figure looked around for a long moment. After the better part of an hour he found a clearing where a small stream cut through the thick grass, making a gentle sound as it rolled over the stones. Then sighed and walked past it, moving deeper into the forest. The cloaked figure smiled fondly and ran one hand over the iron lamppost. Eventually the trees thinned and the figure stepped from the pale blue of early morning into a warmer, richer, light. There wasn’t any snow on the ground, but the early morning air was chill as the cloaked and hooded figure moved through the forest, brushing aside the fir branches as he went. While I am using a character that is Lewis’ intellectual property, I think it falls under fair use, as I’m not making any money off it.Īnyway folks, for those of you who wanted to see it, here it is:
I’m pretty sure it’s okay for me to post this up. I wrote it two years ago sitting in a hotel lobby when I woke up in the middle of the night and, coincidentally enough, couldn’t get back to sleep. What’s more, I was surprised at how well it held up. But when I wrote Wednesday’s blog, I dug out the scene I wrote for the Kvothe vs. Simply said, I’m not going to write up the Bast vs. If I can’t write what I want in my own blog, then what’s the point of writing anything at all? I should probably just erase this and start over. Or, in this particular case, you write a blog that ends up as a great rambly mess that makes you look like a homeless guy preaching on a street corner. Even if that something is as small as writing a blog that might make people smile. What are you going to do? You can lie in bed, staring at the dark. And it’s so big.īut that’s the point, isn’t it? Yeah. There’s just so much shit that is really wrong in the world. The fact that some guys out there want to kiss other guys, and some girls want to kiss girls, and other people really have a huge fucking problem with this, to the point where people get killed over it. The fact that people vote based on television ads. Parents who have to work so much that they don’t have time to be good parents. It was one of those nights where I wake up and can’t go back to sleep because I’m worried about things. A quick lead-in to the story below.īut the truth is, folks, tonight wasn’t a good night for me. I don’t know if this is going to make any sense to anyone. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.
Dragon tear dropbook full#
The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. I see too much fatalism these days, folks. So yeah, Rake can turn into a dragon, but the point of fairy tales is that they teach us that dragons can be beaten.
If magic is the deciding factor of a fight, then four plucky kids from England get their asses turned to stone by the White Which. Hell, if power’s the only important thing then Gandalf loses against Sauron. If power is the only important thing, then Frodo loses against Sauron. It means a lot of you haven’t been paying attention to the books I know you must have read. The truth is, I find that sentiment more than irritating, I find it troubling. Here’s a mnemonic to help you remember: “When the internet votes on who will die, it comes down to Vox Populi.”īut vastly more irritating to me is the odd opinion that strength/power is the key factor when two people come into conflict. X has a power level of 9000!!1!”įirst, you have to realize that any time something like this is an open vote, it’s ultimately a popularity contest. What I did find oddly galling were some of the comments along the lines of, “Bast could never win against X. Adding one more to that list won’t appreciably increase the not-burden of that not-writing. Believe it or not, there are an infinite number of stories that I don’t write every day. You see, *not* writing things is really, really easy. I was surprised at someone’s post on Wednesday’s blog when they said something along the lines of, “After he mentioned something like this, how can Pat not write the scene?” What can I say? Dude can eat a *ton* of pie.Īnd before you ask, no, I won’t be writing up the Bast vs. As those of you who were following the cage match already know, Bast couldn’t pull off the win against Rake.
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