The Curse of Chalion: Chapters 21 – 25

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  • Chapter 22, Page 339: How did I not see this coming? I dismissed Cazaril’s story of the young boy as a valiant tale to illustrate just how cool Cazaril was / is. I’m quite tempted to blame this lapse of foresight on my current sickness and exhaustion, but alas, that would not be proper. I’m excited, obviously, by the turn of events, but mostly disappointed at my Plot Prophet skills. So now, I am on board with Theory 1 – Bergon is all for moving to the capital, but his father will have some asinine reason for why it’s a bad idea. I hope he doesn’t interrupt the proceedings too much. I’d like a few more things to go right.
  • As of Chapter 22, Page 346: These negotiations went way smoother than expected. They make complete sense, and are mutually beneficial to both parties, but I assumed The Fox would be annoyingly stubborn out of king-ish spite. It’s very rare for a king to just accept a proposal as offered. There’s going to be a problem, I know, but I can’t put my finger on it, yet.
  • As of Chapter 23, Page 363: I have an idea. Since we’re transporting the trusted son of a temperamental king (who is also the only solution to our problems) across the country to rescue one of the only save-worthy people in the kingdom, how about we trust a bearded stranger on a snowy, mountain overpass. Oh, he seems to have betrayed us, and now wants our heads on various colored spikes. That was unexpected. Come on. This is textbook Cazaril. Epic Fail. Dunce in the corner, you are.
  • As of Chapter 24, Page 380: Too smooth. Everything is too smooth. I’m glad Iselle and Bergon like one another. That bodes well for their children and the realm. I’m exceedingly glad that Betriz’s love for Cazaril had only strengthened in his absence. This should keep the ship afloat through the upcoming troubles. However, I know for a fact that this royal union will not end the curse. Once ritualistic sacrifice is mentioned, it’s a certainty. Cazaril has to die twice more to make this work. Either it’s completely useless, or something goes horribly wrong.
  • As of Chapter 25, Page 385: There are times in life when good men… valiant men… men of honor and prestige… need to be smacked upside the head with a smelly fish. Cazaril… in his dealings with — what both parties fully recognize as — his true, destined love, he is the world’s most prolific imbecile. Hero’s Remorse is a stupid, vile reason to steal away whatever time you have left with a loved one. This is perpetually idiotic, and I am amazed that Carazil — as worldly and experienced as he is — refuses to see the folly. His earnest wish was to die in bed with his wife. Betriz would eagerly take on that role. Wants to. But NOOOOOOOOOOOO. We can’t have simultaneous daydreams fulfilled now can we?
  • As of Chapter 25, Page 392: Ah HA! So it just didn’t work. Much better than Bergon dying to a horrible plague or sword or some other nasty. Cazaril, prepare to die… twice apparently. BUT YOU BETTER COME BACK!!! DON’T YOU DARE NOT COME BACK ON ME!!! I’LL STRANGLE YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!!!… Or something. I’LL FIGURE IT OUT!!!

Call of Duty: With Tremors

In my junior year of high school, I was sent to a neurologist concerning two problems. The first was nauseous migraines occurring multiple times per week. The second was an uncontrollable shaking in my hands during certain positions or forms of pressure. The first has since been handled (with the occasional relapse), but the second had only continued to grow worse with time. After various scans, the neurologist reported that there was nothing wrong with my brain (ala brain tumor or nerve disease), and that… I just had tremors. He said it could originate from any number of possible sources, but wasn’t associated with anything major.

On one hand, this was an enormous relief, as both cancer and Parkinson’s disease had been ruled out. On the other, I still had twitchy hands — apparently for no good reason. In the time since, it has caused numerous tiny inconveniences in my life: ranging from extra precautions when transporting fragile items to horrendous milk spills (see here). However, the area that has frustrated me BY FAR more than ANY OTHER… is Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare Multiplayer. (Continue Reading)

Real Life: Tale of the Irrelevant Images

I’ve spent several hours running through draft after draft, and despite my legitimate best efforts, I have found no way to work this subject matter into a post. Eventually, I was reminded that I am a storyteller. So… here is the quite-boring, overly-short Tale of the Irrelevant Images.

Many moons ago, visited the Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, KY with my wife. As is proper in the face of such beauty, I took copious amounts of pictures. My wife and I enjoyed the outing immensely, returned to our home, and I thought no more of it.

Earlier this week, I began organizing the pictures on my phone and rediscovered these photos. The cars were so beautiful, I felt it would be a shame to not share them. However, I like to pretend, in the wee hours of the morning, that my blog has standards other than those I set for it. I thought, Do not post these images like the lesser blogs of mere mortals. Provide a lesson, a teachment for the plebeians. Pass on the vast knowledge contained within your brain. And so I tried. (Continue Reading)