That’s right. You have grown complacent in my long Silence. In toil in seclusion, fashioning a monument out of my life, but I have not forgotten you, my darlings, nor the Great Ordeal.
Palace of Unquiet Repose advances. It will get there. You will face the deathless terror of Uyu-Jadmogh in a terracotta city on a quicksilver lake. Tormented. Shattered. Eternal.
Consulting on Cha’alt is almost done. It will get there. You will face an incomprehensible goulash of pop-culture references that will go down like absinthe and leave you hungover, disoriented, and blown away. Without my aid, it would be less then it is now.
My personal life is ascendant. I got a new job, I am learning SQL in my free-time, I started MMA again (I am still young, a Nordic Vision of Apollo, a killer’s Narcissus!) and I am getting my driver’s licence . In my heart, Canada is entrenched immovably like crystalline roots in permafrost steppes. My loins are stirred by desert winds in the sun.
What is left but to recommend/review works of Fantasy Literature?
The Curse of the Wise Woman (Lord Dunsany) – For once the term fantasy literature is apt. A moving tale of pre-turn of the century Ireland, and a boy’s love for the hunt and the bog of his youth. Ultimately a parable about loss and yearning for the past as well as a man’s love for his country. Beautiful.
The Storm Lord (Tanith Lee) – An ancient myth on a far off world, of lust, ambition, vengeance and religion. A colourful tapestry of betrayal, intrigue, atrocity and lust with the tempo of a languid opium-dream. Occasionally long-winded or flowery, I don’t know anything quite like Storm Lord (and its sequel Anackire) and would actually cautiously recommend it to fans of S&S, though be advised it was written by a woman, presumably with one hand under her desk.
Lyonesse (Jack Vance) – Let it be known that the man you carry aloft on a gilded Palanquin, the one you would presume to call master, the bloated and lecherous G.R.R.M., is nothing but a pretender, whose greatest efforts seem infantile and joyless in comparison with the true master. Lyonesse is a complex interwoven pseudo-historical medieval fantasy set in the impossibly colourful Elder Isles before the Birth of King Arthur and presents a hypnotically fascinating mixture of politics, intrigue, sorcery, faerie, farce and drama that is simply unputdownable. Get it, get the sequels (The Green Pearl and Madouc) and you will never glance at Game of Thrones again. The picaresque nature of many of the tales makes it uniquely useful as inspiration for DnD encounters, something which the other two on this list cannot be said to do.
As for upcoming works, I stumbled upon a treasure trove at the weekly second hand book-market in Amsterdam, Spui, picking up The Mezentian Gate, The Seven Footsteps of Satan, The Well of the Unicorn and The Face in the Abyss in one fell swoop. Unbelievably good haul, where I eventually decided not to go for Clark Ashton Smith and Howard. Currently I am reading Blood Meridian, an anti-western of pristine desolation, squalid rubble heaps of humanity and pulse-pounding, terrifying, all-pervasive violence.
It is good my brethren. Your Prince rises. And lives.
 Holland is actually so small and so well connected via transport that a drivers licence is not the neccessity it would be in many of the larger, lamer countries.