Further into the frozen north our companions press on. The Mage Kevin, caught in the catatonia of The Mage’s Path, the Cheshire Kylie, fighting against a scorn that is not her own, the mysterious Reitia, destined to bear a weight incomprehensible to her companions, all at once fearful of it, and Samuel, eldest and wisest of the resonants, coming to terms with the potential end of his millenia-old order. Apophis, Midnight Serpent, Dark Goddess, continues her machinations, and Chastisement, the Scorn of Ammit continues its campaign, absent the temperance of the wise and ancient Keepers of the Dead. The world hurtles forward towards oblivion, and all hope seems lost, for the Blessed come too early, and the Blessing, far too late…Read More...
“You’re from around here?”
The gorgeous bartender’s surprise was a bit understandable, since it was safe to say this ski resort didn’t necessarily cater to the ‘dying northern Maine mill town’ demographic.
“Oh, ayuh.” I nod in the affirmative.
“Whereabouts?” she asks, as I put my ID back in my wallet. The little plastic rectangle still has a tangible chill.
Seems like a silly question, but it’s not unreasonable for her to assume that the address on my driver’s license isn’t current.
“Castle Rock.” I say with a straight face.
She pauses for a moment. Clearly this girl has read her some Steven King.
“C’mon…..really- where are you from?”
She didn’t say anything right away, but her eyes lit up.
“Jessica Oba-san?” she finally asks me excitedly.
“I’m sorry- what?”
“Oh…I’m sorry….” she gushed enthusiastically. “It’s just that we used to get Murder She Wrote on TV when I was growing up. Except in Japanese, it was called The Case Files of Jessica Oba-san. I used to love watching that show.”Read More...