Plot Hole (Wake of The Ravager #2)

by Macronomicon

“And for Vashniel’s sake, don’t let anyone see you cry. That happens, you’re fucking done.” “I imagine the only time I’m allowed to cry is a single regulation-sized tear of pride as I overlook a beautiful sunrise vista of my troops overrunning the enemy position?”

Go, go go go, Calvin chanted as they ran, trying to ignore the way he jiggled. Being a girl is weird.

“Oh, the trip northwest is dangerous. Sand pirates and sand-gulpers and sandshrews, sandstorms…any bad thing you can think of with a ‘sand’ prefix, really.”

“What is it with you and chickens, Gulad?” “You try turning refuse into delicious eggs, or making a cake without them.”

Elliot gave me a several-hour-long sermon about them that amounted to ‘don’t use them on allies, because it turns them into ticking time-bombs.’” “What’s a time-bomb?” Kala asked. “Does it explode time, or something?” “I think it just explodes after a certain amount of time.” “Huh, less exciting than I thought.”

I don’t think I’ll ever know what it feels like to be a father, Calvin thought. Spend half your life working on a project, only to have it hate you and be stolen by another man, then magnify that by ten. That’s pretty specific. Yeah, it is.

“Jumpy. Are you done? I’m not here to try to hurt you.” “That’s just what someone trying to hurt me would say!”

“If I were you…I would make every possible effort to establish the concept of ‘extreme caution’”—he framed the words with his hands—“as a baseline state of mind. Around here, if you see something strange, run away. Don’t poke things with sticks, don’t put your head in strange holes, and definitely, for the love of Elani, don’t ever sigh and say something stupid like ‘Thank the gods it’s finally dead.’” This guy would definitely survive a horror movie.

“I stole an entire warehouse full of spices from Boles by using my magic to pretend to be a ghost,” Sal said, scowling. “Would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids.”

“Was that it?” She put her sword casually over her shoulder as she approached. “I’ve taken more damage from a fart.”

I don’t know what a ‘glitch’ is, but there’s no better solution than killing the problem.

Okay, I’m gonna kill him. Come on, kid, dust off those conflict resolution skills. Killing people is a way to resolve conflicts.

Elliot and Calvin's byplay doesn't come across well in highlights, so I only keep the ones where they trade off each sentence like this one.

A guy like that could make a me-shaped dent in the furniture.