One Extra Corpse is the sequel to Barbara Hambly’s straight-up mystery novel Scandal in Babylon, and I’m not gonna lie: I went right from the first book to the second one. I’d have the next one pre-ordered except the current sales price on that is so blatantly a place holder. At least, I hope so. If not, somebody’s about to learn a valuable life lesson on price points.
Anyway, these are good books.
#commissionearned
As in, we have plans for the solar eclipse, and that’s gonna mix up posting for quite a few days. Worth it if we can get some good totality going, though. Honestly, posting’s gonna be erratic for the next week*, all in all. Sorry about that.
Moe Lane
*There’s the SCA event I’m running, right after this. Fortunately, the weather’s holding up…
Had to finish the newsletter AND track down my glasses. Well. Try to track down my glasses. They’re still missing. In fact, now that the baronial newsletter is done I’m gonna go try to find them again. Yay.
Well, here it is! TOMES OF UNUSUAL KNOWLEDGE! Twenty eight separate, game-neutral forbidden books and odd volumes for your modern campaign. Best suited for occult and/or conspiracy-themed games, but they’re not all horror-themed, either. Heck, a couple of them have all the arcane powers of a piece of mundane cheese. They’re all designed to cause trouble, though.
Ninety nine cents!
Where it will likely stay for a while, given the complexities of filling the various money pools. Basically, this only gets increased after I fund everything else, and it’s tax season.
As always: this can be helped by getting other people to buy my books! Or back my Patreon! Or, hey, buy some merch. I got fridge magnets now.
#commissionearned
ABIGAIL looks like it’s in the sweet spot where it’s gory enough for my eldest, and not too gory for me. That’s good. You take your father-son bonding experiences where you can get them.
Is it a trap?
Room-with-door two was also a crypt, only this one was… not quite filled up, yet. There was a pile of scraps and dust on the floor in the rough shape of a body, and — dammit, dammit, dammit — the unmistakable glint of gold mixed in with the junk. Oh, and a half-opened sarcophagus. Just in case it wasn’t entirely obvious something seriously weird had happened here.
Gregor assessed his options. Still no smell of evil or moral decay, which was good — but there was definitely a lingering aura of eldritch, which might be bad. There was no reasonable or unreasonable way that pile of detritus could form into a shambler, which was really good. Then again, specters didn’t need to be corporeal to hurt you. And specters just loved to haunt foci like (he peered down) amulets. They’d also get upset if you ignored them, so he’d have to do something. Assuming that one of them was haunting this place, obviously.
What decided him in the end was the way the detritus was positioned; if you squinted only a little, you could see an outstretched hand reaching towards the open sarcophagus. “Were you trying to get in there?” he asked the hopefully-empty crypt, just in case it wasn’t actually empty. “Well. I’m going to assume you were, all right? So, I’ll get you back in there, don’t worry. I’m being respectful! I’ll get as much of you as I can!”
