Silva does fall prey to the violently sick thing, though. *g*

Keith came staggering home the next day, drunk on his ass and marking every wall in sight with his piss. Walls that rang with the cry, "Them fuckers can party!"

I'm trying to hold court. I've got Seelie, Unseelie, and New York lawyers all arguing and not a one listening to me. Not only that, but three jihadists were discoverered trying to suicide bomb the Unseelie Court, and the Cat Anna got it in her head it was my doing.

So between a stress headache and dealing with a pestiferous shyster with a summons I was about ready to chuck the whole deal and take up life as a crack whore. His sticking his royal head though the front door to the audience chamber with his momentous announcement didn't help any.

"It's what the bitch wanted in the first place!" he screeched with great glee. "The fucking cunt wanted the dragon prince to sacrifice himself all the fucking time!"

Everybody looked at him. He looked back and to their uncomprehending stares added, "The Dragon didn't want sacrifices, The Dragon wanted the Dragon Prince to sacrifice himself."

He stumbled over to a sideboard and downed a punchbowl in one long draught. That feat accomplished he gave me a bleary grin (and a fruity belch) and asked me, "Do you know what Morningstar told me?"

"Ah, no." I replied.

"'About fucking time!' Then he said, 'Now we don't have to deal with those damn brats anymore.'

"Next thing I now kegs are being tapped, chow is piled up to the ceiling, and we're partying like it's the Rapture and Jesus hisself has dropped in with the news all's forgiven and everybody can come home."

He stopped and stood in thought for awhile.

"Fuck," he continued, "I think that did happen."

Before he could say more he passed out, collapsing on the floor. I signaled a pair of elf-knights to haul his sodden ass to a bedchamber. I also made arrangements to have his inevitable hangover treated when he woke up.

After which I returned to the petty annoyances that beset any ruling monarch. It was going to be a long eternity.

Never mind. Answered my own question. How weird.

Chantal

Just finished the book and a few things struck me. Like, what did Dana/Tiamat/Leviathan/Abzu (who's a hude) really want out of the Dragon Prince. And, after all the angst (in the dictionary sense) of the original, I thought a little levity was called for.

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We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread. :)

"it even manages to be thematically consistent with B & I."

yes, and stylistically consistent too -- albeit irreverent.

I think this author "got" the book better than many reviews I've read!

Do Hazelwood and Michaud write any better than John Douglas? His books are fascinating, but Douglas' writing style is so scattered, going off into many tangents, that I find him annoying to read.

Chantal

True. (g) I didn't realize that Roy Hazelwood was writing for the layman, now. I thought all he wrote were professional books for people in his field. I'll have to go buy Dark Dreams.

BTW, did my original comment get connected to the correct journal entry? I had thought I was replying to your book review entry, but when I saw it onscreen, it was attached to the 'Tomato Juice, Worcestershire Sauce...' entry.--which was hilarious, by the way.

Chantal