“Brief”
Fleeting stopover,
seeing the sights in transit,
and a short return.
Steve D
Fleeting stopover,
seeing the sights in transit,
and a short return.
Steve D

A Plague of Giants by Kevin Hearne, the first in his Seven Kennings series, has been on my radar for far too long. I finally got this book on audiobook, and man, I can’t believe I neglected to read this sooner.
A Plague of Giants is a highly enjoyable read. This is perhaps one of the most well-rounded fantasy stories I’ve read.
The world-building is superbly intricate and layered into the plot in a way that’s accessible to the reader. This is introduced to the read through a framework structure, where a bard is recounting stories of a recent war to a crowd of refugees who had fled from it. The bard, through his “kenning” – the system of magic in this universe – can take the appearance and voice of whoever’s story he is telling. Thus, we’re treated to multiple voices through the voiceover narration of Luke Daniels and Xe Sand in turn.
The plot is well paced, and the multiple point-of-view narratives keep the voicing dynamic. This is the type of story where the first third feels to come from multiple unrelated angles, but each of the POV narrators end up building towards a larger theme.
The framework style of storytelling is effective and introduces its own plot mechanics that add depth to the main narrative. The bard and a local scholar spend time together between recountings of the tale, so that the scholar can record the bard’s oral history in writing.
And the characters feel authentic. This book carries weighty themes of grief and loss without burdening the reader with them, instead allowing each character to experience these feelings in unique ways. The characters wrestle with their own perspectives or histories even as they’re experiencing new waves of loss with the onset of this war, forcing the characters to react and reassess their own values in real time.
A Plague of Giants is one of the best fantasy novels I’ve read in recent memory. I cannot wait to start book 2 in this series.
Steve D
Grit runs through fingers,
burying feet, hiding shells,
dig, pile, and smash.
Steve D

I discovered this book somewhere on Audible and gave it a listen a few weeks ago. (I’m a bit behind on posting my book reviews.)
Among the Beasts and Briars by Ashley Poston is an enjoyable story about gardener’s daughter, Cerys, who is cursed with the magic of the dark forest that borders her home, and who must save her kingdom from the forest’s dark powers.
This was a classic quest/coming-of-age story with a strong underpinning of fairy tale lore – the dark forest, old gods, terrible curses, and young people reaping the sins of their forebears. There is a spot of romance throughout the narrative as well, but I would not describe this as a romance novel — it fits well with the plot. The story is well-paced, and there are enough little twists to keep the reader guessing as to the final resolution.
There is some surprisingly fantastical and frightening imagery as the characters survive and then confront the dark magic of the forest, and I think this story would translate well to an animated horror/fantasy treatment.
For the audiobook version, male and female narrators trade point-of-view sections for the two characters who end up becoming our protagonists. The dual narrators definitely provided interesting perspective, as the conflicted perspectives of particular scenes drove some of the conflict. However, I didn’t find that the narrators’ voices matched what I felt were much more intense or frightening scenes, especially in places where Cerys confronts gaunt and terrible visages of the people of her kingdom. I think there’s a version of this narration that could lean much more heavily into the horror aspects.
Still, this was an enjoyable standalone novel, and I’m curious about of Poston’s other work.
Steve D
Carpet’s worth of fur,
extricated and disposed.
Open the windows.
Steve D
I unintentionally took a week off from this site, so we have some catching up to do.
June gave me some much-needed headspace in a lot of different ways. First, we had a destination wedding vacation with some family, but without our kids, which was a really nice change of pace. The boys had fun with my mom for a week, so they also had a change of pace. Then, we had an extended 4th of July holiday in our usual spot with a bunch of my wife’s family, which is a different sort of relaxation.
This all gave me a mental break from work that I’ve been putting off for ages, and also some quality time with my wife, and then also our kids. It also allowed me to do a lot of thinking without the pressure of everyday routines.
I finished four books in June, all audiobooks:
Honestly, I’ve read so much since late June that I had forgotten which books I had finished just a few weeks ago. Vacation time is also reading time.
No, but I got closer, and then had some distance from the pressures of writing. I thought about writing a lot, and I thought about what I wanted my next steps to be. Not what I thought I should do, or what would be expected of me.
That’s the trap I perpetually fall into — conflating what I think others expect of me with what I actually want for myself.
I won’t go into detail until I take some meaningful action, but a publishing plan is beginning to coalesce in my mind, one that hinges on me getting my self-publishing shit together, and also finishing these books in a reasonable timeframe.
Yes! We spent a week in Tenerife, Canary Islands for a destination wedding, a trip we had not planned on taking a year ago, but one where we could not pass up the opportunity to celebrate with family and visit somewhere new.
Then we spent six days at a family lakehouse with my wife’s siblings and cousins. The family has grown in the last year+, so our boys have some baby cousins to play with. And our oldest, turning six soon, has come out of his shell in a big way this year, and it was on full display on this vacation, when he tried all sorts of new things without the timidity he often showed as a toddler.
Overall, I’ve had a real chance to evaluate my priorities and refocus my attention where it’s needed most. I haven’t had exercise as an explicit goal in a couple months, yet I feel like I’ve been more active more consistently in recent weeks. Even just feeling like I’ve improved in this area is a good step forward.
For the moment, I’m focused on retaining my shifted priorities and not just reverting back to bad habits now that vacation time is over.
Steve D
I had a recent epiphany of sorts that I wanted to articulate somewhere… and what else is a blog for??
I had written a review of Of Monsters and Men’s second studio album, Beneath the Skin, in 2015. While I haven’t kept up with this band’s music of late (and I should really revisit them), this album has left a mark on my soul. Its storytelling power and lyrical imagery still sticks with me.
One song in particular, “Thousand Eyes” ends with an unforgettable climactic declaration by the narrator: “I am the storm… so wait.”
At the time, in the budding-adulthood tumult that can be your mid-twenties, I interpreted this statement as a threat — a warning to those who might wade into psychological or emotional depths with the narrator and find the chaos and rage of a storm at sea. It felt powerful and ominous.
Recently, however, it occurred to me that “I am the storm” does not merely have to mean that someone is a looming threat to others around them — bringers of a storm.
I think it could also mean to embody the storm, to constantly bear the torrent of emotions that could cloud your interactions with yourself or those around you. So yes, you might bring the storm unto others, but you yourself might also need to weather and endure your own storm.
I am the storm. I embody the storm. I endure the storm. As everyone does, in their way.
Perhaps this is a more meditative perspective to this expression, but it feels more complete to me now.
Steve D
Aqua-teal waves churn,
black stones a steadfast buttress,
to hold off the tide.
Steve D
Scented memory,
like wood stove smoke in the rain,
or salt on the wind.
Steve D