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Actaeon

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    Chatroom?

    I enjoyed the one AIM chat I participated in, and visit CalRef primarily for that feature. I would likely pop into another chat system, particularly if there were specifically scheduled times to get folks together. There aren't many systems I'd rule out, but IRC would be my top choice.
  2. I gave this a shot in Steam without success. I didn't use it in Avadon 1, though so perhaps there's a critical step I'm missing?
  3. Am I the only one that came to this thread expecting it to be about KoL?
  4. 100 Years of Solitude ranks as one of my favorite books. It set me off on a kick- with Borges and Saramago* taking top prizes. * Okay, so he's Portugese. There's still a thread of similarity there.
  5. Finished "Cold Mountain" last week and loved it. I'd love recommendations in a similar vein. Starting "Love in the Time of Cholera" with a sort of unofficial book club of my old classmates. Ya'll are welcome to get in on that action.
  6. I think Cathy Ames seemed a bit too real to me at the time I tried to read it.
  7. I prefer Grapes of Wrath to most of Steinbeck's other work. I am also a proponent of his short stories, and enjoyed East of Eden up to a certain point- then it started to creep me out on a Cormac McCarthy level and I ditched it. I just finished the first book of the Coldfire trilogy, which I don't think I'll pursue further. So far, "Cold Mountain" is treating me very well, as is "Mink River", although the latter is one of those books that I feel like spreading out over months rather than devouring all at once.
  8. The degree to which Tolkien devoted himself to creating an entire world, complete with several thousand years of history, lineages, languages, etc, is not something I would expect of any sane author. Yes, it creates depth and immersion on an unmatched level, but it also makes me want to go back in time and take John on a hike or something to get him out of the house for a while.
  9. The Silmarillion was the first book I ever took on that I wasn't equal to. After running out of challenges in 5th grade, I decided to tackle it in 6th- and found it dense and stilted beyond anything I'd been exposed to (not having been raised with religious texts). I ended up reading it in chunks, and found it digestible as such. In fact, I still recommend treating it that way.
  10. They were all killed an atomic blast. (Or maybe I got sidetracked.)
  11. Yes... the car is the only thing you have that I could have tampered with... there's nothing else you need to worry about.
  12. I hope it's a check! Really, though, if Sy was gonna poison me, she could have done it before now. And I could have taken out her and Neb in one fell swoop... but that's another story.
  13. Bah. No one on this forum has been mailed anthrax since TM left.
  14. If you'll pay postage, I'd be happy to ship you my copy.
  15. Hopefully "Towers of Midnight" and "A Memory of Light" measure up. I just finished 1Q84, which was decent, but could probably have accomplished the same effect in half the length. I believe that completes my attempt to read all of the potential choices for our ill-fated bookclub. Speaking of which, does anyone want to try that again? With an actual live AIM/CalRef discussion at the end of it?
  16. … No, it's not. That happens in "Winter's Heart". Don't try to outnerd the nerd squad.
  17. Sanderson does a good job of toning down some of Jordan's less savory tendencies (long descriptions of tedious events which don't further plot or character, one dimensional female characters). In an ideal world, Brandon would go back through and trim down the series to about ten books of greater quality, and those Spiderwebbers that despise the series would understand our enjoyment of it. Alternatively they could make it into a set of film or mini-series and do the same thing. I don't know that it has the edgy-ness that made A Song of Ice and Fire popular, though. While I enjoyed reading the
  18. Elliot and James arrive at Waste Management's headquarters north of town to "collect Hank's belongings" and do a little snooping. Meanwhile, Linda does the same at the Town Hall. Their visits follow an almost identical trajectory. The secretary offers polite regrets for their loss, then escorts them to the employee lounge, where personal affects are kept. They stay as long as they dare, searching the room for something awry, and reading coworkers for signs of deception. As she is leaving, Linda passes Liz Birch, visiting on some pretext, while Elliot and James encounter Jack Finch. The
  19. As he steps over the police tape, he see her standing on the bank with her feet almost in the water. She does not look around at his approach, though his boots make a great deal of noise on the lose round rocks. "What brings you out to the field, Liz?" "The same thing that brought, I imagine, Jack. Doubt." "I didn't know you shared my feelings on this matter. Your report was pretty conclusive." "I established that cause of death was drowning, yes. He was alive when he went into the water. And no signs of struggle- hyoid intact, no bruising, no blood. Just perimortem damage to
  20. Our dramatis personae can be encapsulated in a single photograph. James Dalton, brother of the deceased, stands next to the gravestone with his hat against his heart. He cuts the figure of a movie star cowboy: a care worn face with a masculine jawline, eyes the same color as his faded blue jeans, a well starched white button up, and a turquoise-and-amber bolo tie. His eyes are upturned, his mouth set in a thoughtful grimace as he plots the next line of his ovation. Linda has her back to the camera. She is wearing a black, lacy garment- whether it's a dress or a blouse is impossible to
  21. "You crazy son-of-a" Elliot wakes to find a short, auburn young woman standing over him, fists on her hips. "Morning Linda." A frock coat makes a remarkably warm blanket, but as he pulls himself clumsily to his feet, his limbs cry out in numb protest. The woman offers no assistance, and continues to fix him with a steady glare. "I don't suppose you have someplace I could thaw out?" She rolls her eyes and wordlessly escorts him down the hill. *** A light breeze rustles the lace curtains of a beautiful Victorian Home. Outside, the air is so crisp that you could almost
  22. Observe Mr. Elliot Holt. He is disembarking the California Zephyr on a brilliant but chilly January afternoon. As he steps down onto the platform, he pulls a pocket watch from the breast of his frock coat and checks the time- an action which draws several sidelong glances from his fellow travelers. A somewhat surly porter wrestles his baggage- a rough leather case containing a "portable" typewriter- from under a sea of rolling suitcases and duffles. Mr. Holt accepts it with a bow and tips the man- with a gold coin. As he exits the station and slips on to Grand Avenue, Glenwood Springs
  23. The I80 between Omaha and Des Moines is one of the more godforsaken stretches of road in the country, and most people would agree that anyone who would ride a motorcycle through such a scene on a bitter January evening would have to be at least a little crazy. This man, clad all in black, expression blank despite the cold and the speed, is more than a little crazy. Even as he takes a curve at just over ninety, he's busy reflecting on the deeds of the previous night. Lights from the police cars and ambulance beat counterpoint in the lenses of the mirrored sunglasses the man wore, even a
  24. In dark room above a dark shop, a man wakes with a start. Down the street, someone has set off an illicit firework. Next door, sounds of revelry intrude upon the solitude of a cramped studio apartment. This is what woke him, but they are not what keeps him awake. "Denver." He breaths the word like a curse. As he sighs and shuffles off toward the bath room, the everlasting hum of the city pursues him. He turns on the shower, runs the water until it achieves its maximum lukewarm potential, and curls up in the corner. *** The water is still warm an hour later, when he wakes a seco
  25. In fact, maybe just skip it. Isam's version should cover all the major points. I recommend a similar approach to "A Feast for Crows".
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