RVA: Shadow of Doubt, Love and KaijuAli set some comfort viewing on her room’s wall display, as she ran her weapons through their weekly diagnosis routine. Methodically, she plugged each of her guns into her palm comp, double-checking the battery charge it showed against what the gun’s targeting HUD claimed, checking the integrity of the energy waveguides, that the security palm scanner was functioning properly, and that all the onboard software was up to date. Then she drew each of her knives out, cleaning each blade with a cloth for that purpose, and making sure the edges were even and sharp.RVA: Shadow of Doubt, Love and Kaiju by Sir-Talen
She held up the largest of them, a classic human Bowie style knife. The blade was hardened steel, the metal blackened so as not to gleam and give her away with its sheen, the handle custom molded to the shape of her paw. It had been a gift from Lady Melanie, back when Ali had only known her as the Red Vixen, her mistress and commander. She’d received it in gratitude for the hasty improvised rescue of the Red Vixe
The Eight Worst Bujold BooksOkay, almost every sci-fi fan loves Lois McMaster Bujold, but with a publishing history going back thirty years there's going to be some clunkers even in her bibliography. And I'll admit some of her books just didn't grab me. In publishing order, not order of annoyance, here are the ones that you'd have to pay me to re-read at this point (and I'm no James Nicoll, so it's unlikely to happen).The Eight Worst Bujold Books by Sir-Talen
1. Shards of Honor: Yeah, this is the entry point to the Vorkosiverse. Yes, this introduces Aral and Cordelia. Yes, it's a good character study. But Lois's famous skill at tight plotting has yet to develop. The initial trek of Aral and Cordelia from the burned out remains of her survey camp back to his regaining his command is enjoyable, but then it switches to an episodic series of events as Cordelia becomes a hero, falls from grace, and then flees to Barrayar, Further, Beta Colony is portrayed as a questionably democratic dystopia, with Soviet style psychotherapy, in sharp contrast to it's
Shadow of History, VentingAs predicted Civil Protection spent the rest of the afternoon and evening searching the garage for evidence left by the graffiti artist, to absolutely no effect. Questioning the staff was put off until the next morning, but with well over a hundred servants employed by their House, never mind an equal number of District administration employees coming and going every day, it was going to take some time.Shadow of History, Venting by Sir-Talen
Later the next morning, as the first round of questioning was beginning, Salli received a call from Rolas. She quickly rushed to her suite to bring it up on her comsole, to find her twin sitting in her office, dressed for the day in his House uniform.
“Good morning, Salli,” he greeted cheerfully. “I was just checking in to see how you and Alinadar are getting along.”
Salli's mouth hung open a moment as Rolas' completely ordinary question stopped her short. “That's... complicated at the moment,” she finally said.
Rolas frowned, his good humor fa
Prisoners of History, Part TwoFrom there it was a busy hour for the Gerwart scientists, as Rolas and Reggie observed from their position along the wall of the bunker. As had been planned, once the rocket’s fuel had been expended and it reached the apex of its ballistic arc, explosive charges separated the nose from the main body of the vehicle. From there the remains of the rocket fell into the sea, while the nose and its incredibly valuable instrument package floated down on a parachute to be retrieved via boat.Prisoners of History, Part Two by Sir-Talen
It wasn’t until that evening, after a hearty dinner celebrating the successful launch and recovery that Rolas was able to talk privately with Reggie. He’d been watching his friend carefully throughout the dinner, and was growing increasingly disturbed as he did. Despite the air of joviality his old commander tried to project, Rolas could see signs of tension in his puffy, sleep deprived eyes, and the ill kept grooming of his tail. He’d also kept count of the drinks Reggie had been d
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