In The Moons of Borea
Just finished reading "In The Moons of Borea" by Brian Lumley, published by Jove Publications, Inc., when in was first released back in 1979.
Yes, I read "In The Moons Of Borea" as one of the many books I have piled away as part of my on-going "Great Re-Reading of the Favorite Books from my Youth" Project.
While I did obtain my reading copy for Chamblin's Bookmine, I originally purchased it when it first hit the shelves of the new arrivals shelves in the Science Fiction and Fantasy section of Michele's Bookstore in the Bryn Myar Shopping Center in Jacksonville, North Carolina.
For those who may be wondering, I actually didn't catch any "grief" from Mr. Branch, the assistant principal of Camp Lejeune High School back then because he had been ever so foolish as to reach out to Dad over how I addressed an envelope. To save a bit of money, the school administration hit upon the novel idea to have students in their homeroom address envelopes with the monthly newsletter, which I did. We lived in base housing at the time, so it really was a simple task. Yet Mr. Branch and some unknown person decided to complicate matters.
I was called into the his office and Mr. Branch informed me that he had contacted Dad and his Commanding Officer to come to the school over the address I had written on the envelope. I had made the envelope out to Mom and Dad with our address on it.
Mr. Branch informed me that I was going to be put in my place once and for all because everyone knew my father was enlisted because I was too nice to be an officer's brat and that my obviously lie about my father being an USMC Officer was going to be nipped in the bud and I would finally learn my place.
I just looked at him and muttered "your funeral." We waited.
Dad and his Commanding Officer arrived about 45 minutes later. I was sitting in Mr. Branch's office the whole time.
Not only was my father a high ranking officer, but he was on the Commanding General's staff at Camp Lejeune, and you guessed it, the base's commanding general was his Command Officer.
Once they arrived Mr. Branch triumphantly held up the envelope as proof of my bad behavior with our address on it. Dad and the General looked at the envelope, looked at me, back at each other and Dad told me to leave and close the door behind me - which I did. I did hear some rather interesting profanity on the way back to class and after encountering Dad just that one time, Mr. Branch never bothered me again after that.
Looking back it always bothered me that I was a straight A student who never got in trouble, was respectful in class, always did my homework, ran track, was the editor of the school newspaper, never did drugs or drank alcohol, got accepted into the college of my choice during my Sophomore year in high school, earned a four-year academic scholarship from the Marine Corps Foundation , but I was somehow a defective human being.
While I was writing this, I wondered for a moment what ever happened to the class president, who was accepted into the Coast Guard Academy, but was a druggie who smoked pot, who was adored by Mr. Branch.
So if stupid Mr. Branch actually did see me reading "In The Moons of Borea" after encountering Dad, who probably instinctively knew by this time not to play stupid games and win stupid prizes.
"In The Moons of Borea" is the fifth volume of Lumley's Titus Crow six-volume-saga.
Henri de Marigny's journey in the Clock of Dreams in search of his long lost missing friend Titus Crow, has arrived to the universe where Borea, who is ruled over by the old one Ithaqua, the Wind Walker. de Marigny lands on Borea and promptly is rescued by Hank Silberhutte, who is now married to Armandra, Ithaqua's daughter, and helps her defend her world against her evil father.
Yet de Marigny's rescue brings Ithaqua's notice, and the dark god steals the timeclock and hides it on one of Borea's moons, leading a daring mission to retrieve the Clock of Dreams.
Strongly Recommended!
Five Stars!
https://www.amazon.com/Moons-Borea-Br...
Yes, I read "In The Moons Of Borea" as one of the many books I have piled away as part of my on-going "Great Re-Reading of the Favorite Books from my Youth" Project.
While I did obtain my reading copy for Chamblin's Bookmine, I originally purchased it when it first hit the shelves of the new arrivals shelves in the Science Fiction and Fantasy section of Michele's Bookstore in the Bryn Myar Shopping Center in Jacksonville, North Carolina.
For those who may be wondering, I actually didn't catch any "grief" from Mr. Branch, the assistant principal of Camp Lejeune High School back then because he had been ever so foolish as to reach out to Dad over how I addressed an envelope. To save a bit of money, the school administration hit upon the novel idea to have students in their homeroom address envelopes with the monthly newsletter, which I did. We lived in base housing at the time, so it really was a simple task. Yet Mr. Branch and some unknown person decided to complicate matters.
I was called into the his office and Mr. Branch informed me that he had contacted Dad and his Commanding Officer to come to the school over the address I had written on the envelope. I had made the envelope out to Mom and Dad with our address on it.
Mr. Branch informed me that I was going to be put in my place once and for all because everyone knew my father was enlisted because I was too nice to be an officer's brat and that my obviously lie about my father being an USMC Officer was going to be nipped in the bud and I would finally learn my place.
I just looked at him and muttered "your funeral." We waited.
Dad and his Commanding Officer arrived about 45 minutes later. I was sitting in Mr. Branch's office the whole time.
Not only was my father a high ranking officer, but he was on the Commanding General's staff at Camp Lejeune, and you guessed it, the base's commanding general was his Command Officer.
Once they arrived Mr. Branch triumphantly held up the envelope as proof of my bad behavior with our address on it. Dad and the General looked at the envelope, looked at me, back at each other and Dad told me to leave and close the door behind me - which I did. I did hear some rather interesting profanity on the way back to class and after encountering Dad just that one time, Mr. Branch never bothered me again after that.
Looking back it always bothered me that I was a straight A student who never got in trouble, was respectful in class, always did my homework, ran track, was the editor of the school newspaper, never did drugs or drank alcohol, got accepted into the college of my choice during my Sophomore year in high school, earned a four-year academic scholarship from the Marine Corps Foundation , but I was somehow a defective human being.
While I was writing this, I wondered for a moment what ever happened to the class president, who was accepted into the Coast Guard Academy, but was a druggie who smoked pot, who was adored by Mr. Branch.
So if stupid Mr. Branch actually did see me reading "In The Moons of Borea" after encountering Dad, who probably instinctively knew by this time not to play stupid games and win stupid prizes.
"In The Moons of Borea" is the fifth volume of Lumley's Titus Crow six-volume-saga.
Henri de Marigny's journey in the Clock of Dreams in search of his long lost missing friend Titus Crow, has arrived to the universe where Borea, who is ruled over by the old one Ithaqua, the Wind Walker. de Marigny lands on Borea and promptly is rescued by Hank Silberhutte, who is now married to Armandra, Ithaqua's daughter, and helps her defend her world against her evil father.
Yet de Marigny's rescue brings Ithaqua's notice, and the dark god steals the timeclock and hides it on one of Borea's moons, leading a daring mission to retrieve the Clock of Dreams.
Strongly Recommended!
Five Stars!
https://www.amazon.com/Moons-Borea-Br...
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