Monday, July 07, 2008

Juvenilia

Just three days to Wordpool. Have been practicing my reading of Stilloch of the Jackorich, oh, and those that attend are in for a bloody treat there's more gore in this story than you usually find at the local butchers.

This is my favourite bit of Stilloch, no gore, I'm afraid, and a part I won't be reading from:



(translation: The Old God sighed. Never before had all the god's hopes in fact the whole worlds rested on one man. A man who knew so little of the world.)

Because, well, I knew so very much of the world when I was fifteen, obviously.

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