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Tuesday Meditations: Beautiful Darkside

Hello! Back from my week’s hiatus, which became a week-and-a-day because my life has not yet coalesced into some semblance of order. My laptop is temporarily down for the count, so I’m gonna make this short and get back to work. We’re gonna talk later. For now, enjoy this song and some thoughts from a guy named Shaw.


“Beautiful Darkside” by The Classic Crime

The introspection of this band’s songwriting is terrifying.


“And yet, what is there to say except that war puts a strain on human nature that breaks down the better half of it, and makes the worse half a diabolical virtue? Better, for us if it broke it down altogether, for then the warlike way out of our difficulties would be barred to us, and we should take greater care not to get into them. In truth, it is, as Byron said, “not difficult to die,” and enormously difficult to live: that explains why, at bottom, peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous. Did any hero of the war face the glorious risk of death more bravely than the traitor Bolo faced the ignominious certainty of it? Bolo taught us all how to die: can we say that he taught us all how to live?… Does it not seem as if, after all, the glory of death were cheaper than the glory of life? If it is not easier to attain, why do so many more men attain it?”

George Bernard Shaw


Monday Meditations: Celebrate! It’s Christmas!

Didn’t you read the title? Celebrate! It’s Christmas!


“Silent Night” by House of Heroes

Thousands have covered this old tune. Tim Skipper and Company still find a way to do it justice.


“Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.”

Charles Schultz.

Monday Meditations: Battle Lines

My Saturday was consumed by editing the climactic battle of The Kingdom: The Quest. Nowhere does music help me so much. Do you like writing about weapons and mayhem? Have I got something for you!


“The Spy Hunter” by Project 86

This song rampages like an angry bull. Amid the roaring guitar riffs, there’s a thrilling story about a spy whose luck has turned for the worse. One listen and you’ll have battle fever in your blood. Guaranteed.


From Henry V, courtesy of MIT’s online resource.


O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!


What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”

Monday Meditations: Villain

I’m in a villainous mood today. Maybe it’s because my T-shirt is black and has swords on it. Maybe it’s because I hate sunshine. Maybe it’s because Die By The Sword got its first review and it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

Whatever reason it came, it came, and I want to spread it to you. Get your villain on.


“Palladio” by Escala

Every aspiring James Bond villain wishes they could copyright this as their theme song.

“Son of the Morning” by Oh, Sleeper

Bwahahaha. If you thought Ozzy or Metallica had your playlist of doom taken care of, you better have another thought coming. This is a metal song written from the POV of Satan himself. And it is gut-wrenchingly terrifying.


“Kings and pawns, marshal… emperors and fools.”

The Count of Monte Cristo, 2002

“Better to reign in Hell, then to serve in Heaven.”

John Milton (Paradise Lost)

Monday Meditations: A Romantic Celtic Interlude

One of the toughest things The toughest thing about writing The Kingdom: The Quest has been romance. Just dealing with the existence of romance in my book in the first place was so tough that it took an entire blog post to describe. Actually writing them is something else entirely.

There’s only so much that music can say about love. Or maybe it says more than I can hear. Either way, it does help with the mood. I found a song that is simply golden. I haven’t found a better soundtrack for a quiet, intimate moment.


“Lady Marian” by Clannad

In the space of a few weeks, this track has breathed into the heart and soul of The Kingdom: The Quest. 


(From Star Wars: Episode V- The Empire Strikes Back. Han Solo and Princess Leia are alone. I know it’s a little hokey, but it’s still amazing.)

Stop that.”

Stop what?”

“Stop that. My hands are dirty.”

My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?


You’re trembling.”

I’m not trembling.”

You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”

I happen to like nice men.”

“I’m a nice man.”

No, you’re not. You’re…”