There isn’t anything more to “Common Cause,” honestly. Except the thought that we will probably need to find new monsters to scare us. The ones that HPL and his crew created are great, but they’re not really the latest thing, are they?
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“For All Your Adventuring Needs” illustrates the great truth of adventuring. To wit: if you want to get rich, be the one selling the shovels. And, by all means, stock a variety of brand names.
‘To Serve Man‘ is admittedly ambiguous. Deliberately so. I myself do not know what will happen next, save that the protagonist will enjoy it even if nobody else does.
I will be merciful. “Murders by the Roo Lord” will not be made into a book. You’re all welcome.
“Gesture of Good Faith” represents a particular peeve of mine: in a world of monsters and peasants, it’d be the easiest thing ever to get the latter on your side pretty quickly. All you need are the severed heads of enough local monsters. It works on both an idealistic and pragmatic level, really.
You don’t see stuff like “Songs of my People” often enough, in my not particularly humble opinion. I mean, sure, that sprite probably drinks Pabst ironically and has a job crafting artisanal EBay listings, but that’s just a side effect from living in Hoboken. He doesn’t mean anything by it.
Look, I’m not saying that the hero of “Pegasus Express” could be bribed into using his powers for evil. But if he can pick up some ethical side work on the way, well, where’s the harm? — Especially if there’s good money in it. Very few entities out there object to getting paid.
I suppose you can blame “Liberty Reclaimed” on that one Mass Effect 2 DLC. The image of the Statue of Liberty’s head in a hoarder’s room somewhere… did not appeal to me. This isn’t ME fanfic, of course, but space opera is space opera.
‘The Case of the Forged Fissionables‘ could be longer, except that I’m having enough trouble writing the post-apocalyptic fantasy detective novel that I’m writing now, let alone starting a pulp SF detective novel where I don’t even know what the ‘case’ is. A man’s got to know when to concentrate on one thing at a time.
