April thirtieth.
Time to kill Merlin. Do it
right this time, alright?
A long-running, occasionally updated blog primarily about the works of Roger Zelazny.
April thirtieth.
Time to kill Merlin. Do it
right this time, alright?
Stone eater, breaker
of the Compact. Shadowjack,
Lord of Shadow Guard
Dara, not the best
mom in the world. No wonder
Merlin's such a tool.
Tak, of the Bright Spear
Former archivist, now an
ape. Bananas, please!
Mary Maude Mullen
immortal arbiter of
trans-society.
Agni, wielder of
the universal fire. Guy's
got a glass jaw, though.
Deadboy Donner: A
bit like Guys and Dolls, but set
in the far future.
Mordel. Faustian
bargain. Short end of the stick.
Poor little robot.
Mythical creature
seeks single white hunchback for
love and maybe more
Dennis Guise. Itsa
me! Leonardo! No, wait.
Dennis Guise again.
"Angie the Angel"
doesn't know much math. You need
Angie the Angle.
George runs a scam with
Dart the dragon. Beats Ponzi
schemes, I suppose, man.
Adam Maser runs
the Psychoshop, the Black Place
of the Soul-Changer.
Faithless faith healer.
Preacher Willy Boy. Stinks of
evil. Bourbon too.
Ovid Wiley, the
Dead Man's brother. Wondrously
lucky, so I hear.
Sandow doesn't want
to be a god. He's content
as a billionaire.
Dilvish, the Damned did
not enjoy his time in hell.
Stupid Jelerak.
A horse is a horse
Of course, of course, unless that
horse is Morgenstern
Eileen Shallot: Named
for the Tennyson poem.
Not for the onion.
John Sunlight had a
great plan AND a robot. Still
got socked in the jaw.
Princess Llewella...
That's it. I don't need the rest
of the syllables.
Benedict! No, not
Cumberbatch. Haystacks. Sleepy
Hollow. That's the guy.
I think I've going to keep the Zelazny haiku character-focused this year.
Gerard. Strong as an
ox. Smart as one too. Hey-o!
Stop punching me. Ow.
Okay! I'm back! For reals! I mean it this time.
Except in which case I fail, whereupon I will retroactively declare this an April Fool's Day post.
Would you look at that?! Two posts in a week! Josh is back, baby!
Of course, these are low-effort reposts, but baby steps, everybody.
George Martin talks about the possible Roadmarks series
From the tenor of his response, it's looking more like those phantom Amber series that never come to fruition, but how great would this be?
Will this be the news that brings this humble blog out of hibernation?
George R.R. Martin Is Executive Producing Roadmarks, Another Dragon-Related HBO Series
I suppose it depends if it actually comes to pass. George R.R. Martin is producing and he isn't exactly renowned for seeing things through to the end.
I feel like we need to take inspiration from Bene Gesserit punishments for the architects of the failed insurrection.
"Banquet?" Duncan was puzzled.
Tamalane swung completely around in her swivel seat and looked directly into his eyes. Her steely teeth glittered in the bright lights. "History has seldom been good to those who must be punished," she said.
Duncan flinched at the word "history." It was one of Tamalane's signals. She was going to teach a lesson, another boring lesson.
"Bene Gesserit punishments cannot be forgotten."
Duncan focused on Tamalane's old mouth, sensing abruptly that she spoke out of painful personal experience. He was going to learn something interesting!
"Our punishments carry an inescapable lesson," Tamalane said. "It is much more than the pain."
Duncan sat on the floor at her feet. From this angle, Tamalane was a black-shrouded and ominous figure.
"We do not punish with the ultimate agony," she said. "That is reserved for a Reverend Mother's passage through the spice."
Duncan nodded. Library records referred to "spice agony," a mysterious trial that created a Reverend Mother.
"Major punishments are painful, nonetheless," she said. "They are also emotionally painful. Emotion evoked by punishment is always that emotion we judge to be the penitent's greatest weakness and thus we strengthen the punished."
Her words filled Duncan with unfocused dread. What were they doing to his guards? He could not speak but there was no need. Tamalane was not finished.
"The punishment always ends with a dessert," she said and she clapped her hands against her knees.
Duncan frowned. Dessert? That was part of a banquet. How could a banquet be punishment?
"It is not really a banquet but the idea of a banquet," Tamalane said. One clawlike hand described a circle in the air. "The dessert comes something totally unexpected. The penitent thinks: Ahhh, I have been forgiven at last! You understand?"
Duncan shook his head from side to side. No, he did not understand.
"It is the sweetness of the moment," she said. "You have been through every course of a painful banquet and come out at the end to something you can savor. But! As you savor it, then comes the most painful moment of all, the recognition, the understanding that this is not pleasure-at-the-end. No, indeed. This is the ultimate pain of the major punishment. It locks in the Bene Gesserit lesson."