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Part 1

Mason looked out at the stretch of cars ahead of him. The roads were clogged with honking horns and screaming drivers. He sent a glance at the bus stop in front of him. The striped lane was blocked by the traffic. He patted the key in his pocket and started to jog down the sidewalk. Mason wasn’t sure what was going on, but it was big. His interview had been canceled in the middle of a question, and it seemed like the entire building had left already. Someone had remembered that the guy from HR was talking to a hopeful employee. The lady at the desk was on the phone and crying. The HR guy had hurried him out of the building before he could figure out the conversation.

His plan, so far, was to get to the hotel and call Sydney. Maybe she would know what was going on. He could check the news too, but he needed to make sure she was doing alright. Her parents had let them shack up in their cabin by the lake while the income problems settled. It sounded better than it was. Their ‘cabin’ was pretty much a big shed, had an old fashion wood stove for heat and cooking, and a rotary phone that couldn’t make outgoing calls. It was just big enough to fit a twin bed and their suitcases. They currently called it home. The flight out and the hotel room had to be paid with a portion of the little money they had left.

Mason slipped through the crowd of people as quickly as he could. He was jostled, shoved, and pushed, but he continued along his path. Pieces of conversations drifted around him. Roads were closed. Flights canceled. Someone shouted at their cellphone and was swiftly joined by dozens more. He pressed on. Finances hadn’t allowed for a cellphone in quite a while.

The intersection ahead was blocked by a wreck. A head-on collision had turned pulled four other cars into the mess due to the tightly packed lanes. He stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. There was a small crowd trying to pull the people out of the wreckage. It would have been impressive if most of those gathered were focused on clearing the intersection than helping the injured. He looked at the gridlock directly in front of him. The cars were literally bumper to bumper. He couldn’t see an open space to move through. There wouldn’t be anywhere for the traffic to go once they got the wreck cleared.

Mason took a deep breath. He stepped away from the street and pressed his back against a building. The smell of the surrounding throng was thick with panic. He could feel something on the horizon. A hammer being drawn back as he stood on the nail. He needed to get to the hotel. It was the only place he actually knew in the city and could use it as a point of reference. From there he could find his way to the airport. The flights would probably be going again once he got there since he had to walk.

A shrill scream filled with fear and pain cut through the noise. There was a brief moment of silence before the world around him burst into chaos. He caught a flash of movement near the wreck. A splash of blood. His attention was hijacked by the roar of an engine.

An eighteen-wheeler barreled down the center off the lane. It broke through four pairs of cars before the engine died. The momentum did not. Mason watched as the trailed wrenched to the side. It lifted off the ground and crashed into the traffic immediately before it.

He watched in a detached way as the shockwave moved through the cars. A part of his brain told him that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to move to the city anymore.

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That was frustrating

For the last week or so I have not been able to post anything on WordPress. It wouldn’t save, post, or allow me to do anything. Rather annoying.

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Damsel to the Rescue by Kaia Sønderby Review

I was lucky enough to catch the authors husband on Google Plus at the right time and got a copy in exchange for a review. Thank you for that.

Damsel to the Rescue is a fantasy story that plays to the genre tropes in a tongue-in-cheek way. In this world, Princes are kidnapped and it’s the Damsels that save them. The Damsel gets fame and the reward of marrying the prince she rescues. Terri doesn’t care for all that. She loves her garden and would be perfectly happy letting all the other girls go romping across the land. That doesn’t happen, of course, that’d be a bit of a boring story. A prince gets abducted and Terri’s mother pretty much blackmails her into going to the rescue. Along the way she’s forced to join together with a few other damsels that make an interesting adventuring party.

That’s all I’m going to say about the story as it happens pretty quickly through the first few chapters. I don’t want to spoil anything. This is a fun read. There are some clever jabs at the non-armor of ladies, useless princes, and overbearing parents. I enjoyed the writing and characters. The play on a familiar setting was fun.

To be fair, the story isn’t perfect. Terri can be a little too good at what she does, especially for a girl who shunned training. Her nature magic seems to have few limits and having her take a short rest puts her right back into the fray. The supporting cast could have stepped up a little more to take some of the awesome off her shoulders. That’s really the only critique I have.

Damsel to the Rescue is clever, well-written, and fun. I’d recommend it to anyone who enjoys the fantasy genre.

– I copy/pasted this review over from Goodreads because I am lazy.

Link to Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Damsel-Rescue-Darkhorse-Saga-Book-ebook/dp/B015VLFLTW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1444768100&sr=1-1

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I need a new doctor

I’ve got a decent doctor. But…

He’s usually a good half an hour late to an appointment, doesn’t always remember what we’ve talked about, and his bedside manner sucks.

I’ve got an interesting case of Spinal Bifida Occulta, which I’ve never really had looked at. It’s just a weird looking scar on my back that people always stare at. Over the past few months I’ve had some odd feelings in my lower back. Now, since this isn’t something I can equate to anyone it’s hard to describe. Hey, you know that scar you have on your back? Does it ever tingle, or feel like it’s being touched when it isn’t? Oh, wait, you don’t have that. When that patch of back starts to feel weird, do you ever notice numbness in your extremities? Oh, yeah, you don’t have that.

I mentioned these things to my doctor and he got rather annoyed that I couldn’t quantify exactly what I was feeling. It feels weird and sometimes the bottom of my left foot goes numb. His response?

What does that have to do with anything?

I DON’T KNOW. As far as I know, people with this type of thing aren’t a dime a dozen, so there is precious little information. I’m not even sure if Spinal Bifida Occulta is the right term. I’ve got this ‘back button’ -like a belly button on my back- that’s a raw nerve and it feels weird.

Tomorrow I have an MRI. The first real look at this spine thing, that I can recall. I’m nervous, a little scared, and annoyed I haven’t done this sooner. I’m really hoping this is all in my head. They’ll do the scan, tell me it looks fine, and I’ll quietly switch to a different GP after the appointment. That’s what’s going to happen.

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McCoskey, Scott: Bad Mojo Blues (2014)

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Bad Mojo Blues by Scott McCoskeyMerriam-Webster defines mojo as: “a power that may seem magical and that allows someone to be very effective, successful, etc.” Bad Mojo is certainly something Marcus suffers from during the three days that we walk with him.

“The cards were screaming at him to hop a plane to anywhere else … Right now they told him to change his fucking direction and fast.”

But Marcus’ father is dying. If not for that, he would have stayed away from his dysfunctional family another ten years. His mom and dad are conservative Christians, his cousin is a blood-bag to a vampire and his sister (who begged him to come home) keeps away from Marcus. He is thought, by his family, to be dirty and evil  because he practices magic.

Marcus’ relatives aren’t the only dysfunctional people we meet. Old friends try to mess with him, and some of their requests are pretty…

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A Nar Shaddaa Gamble

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