So I’m reading George R. R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones and holy crap, Joe was right when he said this author will kill off anybody. I would rant, but alas, I shan’t spoil it. I like the book so far, though. I’m not very far into it, but it’s gripping, in a subtle way.
Side note: Chapter 18 may be the longest chapter in Weirs if I don’t decide to break it up. We’ll see.
In other news, I found a flaw in my magic system. Thankfully, it’s a minor flaw, and can be remedied with a few well-placed explanations. Also might rethink the communication assets of a character, but that’s something I’ll want to run by my writing group, once they get a few chapters in. :D
Random news: I accidentally ripped one of the letters on my cubicle while whilst opening an overhead compartment. It happens to be one of only two nice letters in my collection. Sadness of my life.
Excerpt of the day:
The midwife’s apprentice rushed to his side, touching his wife’s forehead, pushing her fingers into the side of Vatricia’s neck. She hesitated, then said, “I-I’m sorry, Master Crane. She. . .she didn’t make it.”
Weirs, chapter 18