it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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no one, not even you will remember if we were good men or bad.


So I only got through the last 500 words of that with Basil Poledouris on repeat, but at least we have reached the Conan homage. And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right.

As always happens at this point in the book, this is Xeno's chapter. I will always be writing this chapter. Every day, I will write half of what I need to write to finish this chapter. Until the seas drink Atlantis.

You know, that "after the seas drank Atlantis" line is actually pretty good. Is that from Robert E. Howard, or Roy Thomas, maybe?

Tomorrow, Conan homage, Mongolian death worms, and the end of chapter 13. And then there's just the climactic space battle to worry about.

"Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet."*

Here. You know you want to:

*Wikipedia, where you are a geeky labor of love, you excel.
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