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June 19, 2020
Happy Juneteenth!
Happy Juneteenth! As you can see here, this site was observing this holiday long before it was cool. And why not? Celebrating the effective end of slavery in the USA sounds like an excellent reason to have a party. Besides: we need more civic holidays anyway.
Moe Lane
FROZEN DREAMS now available in paperback!
Word came down this morning: author copies have already been ordered. I am in a good place to get that part of the Kickstarter fulfilled by the end of July (books need to be signed, lettered, and mailed out), but I won’t really relax about that until the books are out. God help me if there was something I missed.
I’ve also done some other fiddling that isn’t live yet. Amazon chewed on some metrics and decided that FROZEN DREAMS‘ Kindle price was too high; I glared at Amazon… until I went through my spreadsheets again, and discovered that Past Me had calculated a price that was smaller than what I had ended up putting up. So I sheepishly apologized to Amazon and reduced the Kindle price to $2.99. I’m sure it’ll update eventually.
June 18, 2020
The Incredibly Blasphemous and I’ve Already Cleared My Calendar For It WARRIOR NUN Netflix trailer.
Yeah. I’m a weak-willed man. Nuns with super-powers, nuns with chain mail and blue-glowing swords, nuns with automatic rifles, nuns with shotguns – WARRIOR NUN knows its panders. Hopefully, it’ll be able to live up to it, too. MOTHERLAND: FORT SALEM couldn’t quite sustain my interest, although I may give it another shot. Out July 2nd.
06/18/2020 Snippet, HOLDOUTS.
Worldbuilding!
Patreon!Pam looked up and said, “Sorry, but you must have already thought there might be a lair, right? This isn’t a surprise.”
One of the people we met last night — Bill Marshall, it was — shifted a little in his seat. For this meeting he was wearing field Guard gear; it was the new, supposedly standard uniform, too. Clearly either Director Ong had some pull, or Washington took this sector’s Reclamation very seriously. “Yeah, but we might have been wrong,” he said. “It’s happened before: some parent doesn’t report their kid, keeps it a secret. Hell, maybe that happened here?”
“Well,” replied Pam, “I guess a parent might be worried enough about their kid to keep her from being registered, but not worried enough to have her brush her teeth. But there’s this, too.” She took a wooden pointer and tapped the feral’s left armpit. There, under the grime, was a series of blue dots and triangles.
Pam shook her head. “That’s fang-woad,” she said. “No question. It looks like it’s derived from the patterns that the Court of the Sanguinary Chill used, but they might be from the League of Mithras instead. Badly copied, sure. But not something you can blame on a scared mommy and daddy.
“I’m sorry to say this, but you’ve got a lair hidden somewhere in the ruined part of town. Worse, it’s maybe a holdout lair.”
I spoke up. “On the bright side, you did do the right thing to call us in.”
In Nomine microfiction: Wings Burned Black.
This just sort of popped out.
Wings burned black.
…You had wings of a different color, once. But that was before the treachery of Lucifer Morningstar, on that horribly glorious morning of the Fall. Since then, they have been a black so deep and rich that it has its own spectrum. Deep, rich – and sharp.
You sharpened your wings on your best friend that day. His tears fell on the ground of Heaven as you fought, and those tears redoubled as the impurity in your form was blasted away to make room for duty and unyielding resolution. Oh, how he wept. But he never understood that this was not something that the LORD had done to you; it was something that *he* had done to you. You had no choice but to harden yourself into a weapon. It was that, or watch Creation fall.
He begged you, in the end. He begged for death, when it was clear that he and the other rebels would lose. The thought of penance never seriously entered his Heart; and you could *see* that, now. You couldn’t do that, before. He was not sorry for his crimes, although some of his fellow rebels were (and they were dealt with differently). He was just sorry that he got caught. The sin of Pride – Lucifer’s sin – had rooted itself too deeply into his soul.
You will never forget the look on his face as you cast him into the Pit, and how the faint signs of the corruption that would consume him down there were already beginning to writhe underneath his skin and through his once-sanctified flesh. And you will never forget how it felt to Cast him out. It felt… wonderful. To actually strike a blow against evil! You were made for this. Or, at least you were, now – and if you were also made to feel this way, you decided that you did not mind.
Oh, but you met your friend again, Only, when you did, he was a twisted perversion of what he had once been, and the worst part was that by then he reveled in that degradation. But you had not changed. You will not change. You will *never* change.
Which is as it should be.
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Tweet of the Day, The Inevitable ‘#SnyderCut First Look’ Post edition.
I think we all knew that this post was going to happen.
First ever sneak peek at JL. Get ready for more at DC FanDome. @hbomax #releasethesnydercut #DCFanDome pic.twitter.com/WIWwFo4Xnt
— Zack Snyder (@ZackSnyder) June 18, 2020
The “Wait for it, wait for it” Frank Miller’s CURSED Netflix trailer.
I foresee certain people having a complicated reaction to this trailer.
They’re gonna groove to the bad history, feel all warm and fuzzy at the casual church-slamming, revel in the plot twist… and then they’re going to stop, and say, Wait. Frank Miller wrote this. And then they’re going to get just a little bit worried.
Come, I will conceal nothing from you: my interest in CURSED is mostly caught up in seeing what a trainwreck like this looks like when it’s a Frank Miller trainwreck. It could be epic. Or not! Can’t wait to see the first reviews.
Moe Lane
PS: One of my wife’s scholarly interests is Arthurania: we’ve already established that we’re to watch this, just so I can hear what she shouts at the screen. That’s gonna be fun.
June 17, 2020
‘Mas Tequila.’
I felt, under the circumstances, that it was appropriate to go ahead and have a drink. Suggestion via Twitter.
06/17/2020 Book Report, FROZEN DREAMS (I hit the publish button for the paperback).
Got the proof copy back from the final proofreader, complete with sticky notes a go-go. The notes have been saved, and the manuscript re-uploaded. After it processes, I look at it again in the Amazon previewer, and if everything works… I hit publish?
…Annnnnnd I hit ‘publish.’ It will take up to 72 hours to go live as a paperback, but! Assuming nothing goes wrong, I will have physical books to sell by next week. In the meantime, the Kindle edition is still up and running.
