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Call Me Sam: Chapter 2
Call Me Sam: Book 1 of the Heavenly Corps Chronicles
Chapter 2: I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
As the hound charged, my muscles tensed, and my years of training at the academy kicked in.  As I dove to the side, away from the hound's lunging, hungry mouth, I was also reaching for my weapon.  
Terrans often depict warrior angels as carrying swords and spears, but that's not necessarily the case.  Every angel has a weapon, however...our halos are not strictly for decoration.  As I reached up and removed the golden halo from above my head, it instantly began to change in response to my thoughts.  The golden circlet expanded, forming a grip that I took hold of in the center as it was replaced by a round, golden shield.  Which, as the hound found out the hard way from biting down on, was also razor sharp around the edges.  
The hound howled in pain as black blood like bile dribbled from its drooling mouth, stepping back and growling as it circled me--wa
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TBR: The Devil You Know Review
TBR: The Devil You Know (Felix Castor Book 1) Review
Welcome to another edition of The Book Revue-but I'm going to start this one off with a confession.  This is NOT the original book I had planned to cover last time.  If you'll recall, I said that said book was not disappointing, and that it could stand alongside The Dresden Files.  And while the book I'd originally planned to cover, Hounded--the first book of Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid Chronicles series--does fit that description, and I'll probably review that later...I think I owe this book a review first, because I just got the opportunity to finish it.  
You see, I do most of my 'reading' thanks to Audible, which is easier for me to do these days instead of having a book with me.  And for the most part, Audible has served me well.  I think that having a book read to me adds another dimension to my enjoyment of a book--the performance by said narrator or narrators--that makes me wonder why I didn't do t
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The Rock-Ed's Red Glare
Author's Note:  I didn't want to completely let my writing chops dull while I'm busy with other projects, so inspired by a writing prompt post I saw earlier today, and this picture that a friend of mine posted (which I do not own the rights to), to write a story based on this image.  And here's what I got.  
"Come on, it's this way!" Eddy's voice echoed over the sound of rustling leaves, though at this point the other two couldn't see him. Eddy, being shorter than his friends, was able to duck under the brambles they were making their way through--well, most of them. By contrast, Ed simply strolled right through the underbrush like a human snow plow, while Edd was content to stay behind him and walk in his cleared path. Of course Ed was slower than Eddy, who was already leaning against a tree by the time the other two got out of the dense vegetation. "Took ya long enough!"
"Honestly, Eddy, how you talk me into going on these adventures is beyond me," Edd groused, reachin
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TBR: The Girl Who Saved The King of Sweden Review
Well, here we are again.  I don't do text reviews nearly as often as I do video reviews, but quite frankly, keeping my writing chops in check with this couldn't hurt.  And hey--today's episode is kind of a long-overdue sequel to a book I've already talked about.  Two years ago.  Maybe I was exaggerating when I said this is a regular thing...anyway, I previously covered Swedish author Jonas Jonasson's debut novel, The Hundred-Year-Old-Man Who Climbed Out The Window And Disappeared, in 2015.  It's been adapted into a movie in 2013, which was released in America after that review (which I still haven't seen), but more importantly, I enjoyed that book so much that I wanted to check out more from this author.  And luckily, he had another novel out, which I bought on Audible--before I had to cancel my subscription.  And then renew it again.  But though it took me a while to get around to finishing it, I finally have, and--it's good, but it's not as goo
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TBR: Bill the Vampire Review
Note: I've kinda been sitting on this review since Halloween, if you couldn't figure it out--but due to a pretty cramped schedule, I never finished it--and it was also on my phone before I upgraded to my new one so I could get it back.  But I figured that I would go ahead and post it anyway so it wouldn't have to wait until NEXT Halloween.
Times have changed since the salad days of the Universal movie monsters. Werewolves fight in fantasy epics, zombies have love stories, and vampires....well, ironically, vampires have had most of the scariness they once had sucked right out of them.
Besides Captain Sparklepants and Dracula Untold, a few stories have started to take potshots at how much it sucks to be a vampire, especially if you're not someone who's as good-looking as the original Dracula. Flight of the Conchords made a pretty funny mockumentary called What We Do In The Shadows about what it's like for vampires to live in the modern world, and addresses questions like 'just how d
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What's Wrong With Your Face?
Hey you.
Yeah, you.
Why so angry?
I'm not angry.
You look like you are.
Well, I'm not!
Don't get so mad.
Thank you for shopping.
(What was I supposed to do?)
(He's the one who got mad at me.)
You should smile more.
Your acting sucks.
I didn't feel that scream.
You could never play a lead.
Just give up.
I make my face smile
Even if I was before
People didn't think I was.
And yet, I'm the one who's angry.
No I'm not.
My brain doesn't tell my face to smile.
It wasn't always like this.
As a kid, I smiled all the time.
But then when I got older
The smiles stopped coming.
Tears were rare.
Loved ones died.
My family wept.
I did not cry.
But sometimes,
Just sometimes,
The happiness leaks out
When I watch something funny
Or tears finally fall
When I read something sad.
But in person,
I'm just that scowling guy.
I can get along fine,
But they probably won't ever know
The real me.
The one who smiles on the inside
Even when his face does not.
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TBR: Top 10 Reasons To Read The Dresden Files
Greetings, dear readers and non-readers alike.  Well, doing these text reviews has become a common enough occurrence that I've decided to give them a title of their own.  Welcome to...THE BOOK REVUE!  We don't have dancing girls, but I'm still here to put on a show and see how the books I read might entertain you as well.  And today, I've got a big one for you--a series I've wanted to talk about ever since I started doing this text review thing:  The Dresden Files.  
When I was in high school, a friend of mine who I've since lost touch with introduced me to this series.  It seemed strange at the time, but there was a dry spell between Harry Potter books, and ultimately I trusted the guy's judgement, so I took his advice.  And man, did it pay off.  It should be noted that I came into this series in the middle--the first book my friend told me about was Blood Rites, which was the sixth book in the series--and yet I still had no trouble becomin
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Star Wars: Galaxy of Heroes Review
If I were to tell you that EA Games made a good Star Wars game, and that it was a freemium game, you'd laugh in my face.  But today, I'm here to tell you that both are true.  I know, I had a hard time believing it myself.  Considering how disappointing the new Star Wars: Battlefront was (judging by the reviews I've seen), I could see why most people wouldn't trust EA with their money--though in fairness, that doesn't just apply to Star Wars.  But no, the game we're going to be looking at today is a freemium game called Galaxy of Heroes.  
Now, I'm kinda new to this mobile gaming thing, but I have to admit, this might be the future.  Not completely, I'm pretty sure console games are still gonna be around, but the fact that we all have to go out and get a job because the economy sucks means less and less time to play them, and more time to play games on the go.  That's why Japan's console market is pretty much folding in on itself, and why companies lik
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Game Review: Gunman Clive (3DS)
A lot of the people I know grew up with Megaman, and nowadays, getting a new game has proved more difficult than it would normally be.  There was a time when a new Megaman game was coming out every consecutive year, but now--well, I think the closest thing we've gotten is Street Fighter X Megaman, which was only a fan game that Capcom officially approved.  Sure, there's Keiji Inafune's new project Mighty No. 9, but that's still being delayed--so at this point, there's no way to play it.  But here's the thing, classic Megaman fans--there already are two new classic Megaman games.  But I wouldn't blame you for missing out on them, because they were released under a rather unassuming name--Gunman Clive and Gunman Clive 2.  If Megaman and Contra had a lovechild that was raised on Westerns, Gunman Clive would be that game series, and yet almost nobody has talked about it.  So I think it's time I remedied that.  
Gunman Clive is a rather unassuming game at
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Call Me Sam: Chapter 1
Call Me Sam
Book 1 of the Heavenly Corps Chronicles
Chapter 1: Earth Angel
In retrospect, I should have known something was wrong from the beginning.
It started out innocently enough-my boss had called me to his office on another assignment, and I was promptly on my way there, striding through the white marble halls of the Celestial Corps building as my sandals slapped against the floor, adjusting the golden belt on my standard-issue white robes as I went.
Finally, I arrived at my boss's office, and Barachiel greeted me with what I assumed was a nod of acknowledgement. It's difficult to tell with seraphim. Angels come in all shapes and sizes-from the cloudlike wisps that some human souls become, to the humanlike guardian angels like yours truly. And then there are the higher-ranking angels like nephilim and seraphim, which are more, for lack of a better word, monstrous. These are the angels you rarely see depicted-mostly because dangers are rarely huge enough for the officers to be sen
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Book Review: William Shakespeare's Star Wars
Book Review: William Shakespeare’s Star Wars Trilogy, by Ian Doescher.
Verily, the force ’tis strong with these!
I’ve always felt like kind of a minority among Internet reviewers. Most of the ones I follow seem to be huge fans of Star Trek and prefer it over Star Wars, but with me it’s the exact opposite. I never got into Star Trek, and maybe it’s the fact that I saw the Star Wars prequels first, but I don’t hate them as much as everyone else seems to. Granted, nowadays I can understand why people like the Star Trek movies (well, half of them anyway) and hate the Star Wars prequels, even though I don’t agree with all of it. But with the upcoming release of The Force Awakens, I think it’s time that I shared with you something awesome that I discovered completely by accident–William Shakespeare’s Star Wars.
Give that title a second to sink in–William. Shakespeare’s. Star Wars. It sounds strange, obviously–but i
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Book Review: Time Lincoln (Fate of the Union)
Well, here we are again. I didn’t think I’d be stepping back into book reviews, especially before I filmed the Season 6 finale of my Cartoon Hero series. I assure you that it is still coming, but I can’t film it currently due to the lack of a prop I need. So blame the wait on the postal service.
That being said, maybe it’s for the best that I have some free time. I’m finally watching Batman: The Animated Series, but more importantly, another reviewer reminded me of something I wanted to talk about for a while. Linkara’s most recent review at the time of writing this was of the comic Steam Wars by Fred Perry. I’m familiar with Perry’s work, especially his animations, but until recently, I’d never read a comic by him. However, in 2012, the year I graduated college, I went to my very first anime convention, A-Kon 23. It was there that a certain Fred Perry comic caught my eye–a comic that would prove to be so awesome that I single
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Book Review: The 100-Year-Old Man...
Book Review: The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared.
You know, when I first started this whole reviewing thing, I never expected to be talking about books. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read-I do it more than most people I know. But books, I think, would be the most difficult thing to talk about for a review show. All you have in most cases is the text, which means you have no visuals and no audio unless you’re using an audiobook. It’s like talking about a podcast-I don’t think you could, say, review Welcome to Nightvale without scouring the Internet for fanart. I’ve seen video reviews of books before, though–most of them are adaptations, but some aren’t, so I know this can be done. And since my discovery and subsequent enjoyment of the Audible app, there was a book I knew I had to talk about-The Disaster Artist. However, between laptops, I lost my original draft of that review, so that might not happen. But since t
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You Still Can't Play
You Still Can't Play
A One-Shot Ace Attorney Fanfic
Author's Note: This story takes place after the events of Apollo Justice, but before Dual Destinies.  Not many spoilers are involved, however, so enjoy.
The first thing the detective felt when she entered the place was cold--bitter cold that made her regret wearing a skirt.  She shivered and wrapped her white lab coat tighter around herself, but then took a deep breath of icy cold air and entered, finding a table and ordering a bottle of grape juice and a bowl of borscht.  The Borscht Bowl Club wasn't exactly a popular hangout, especially not to eat--unless you enjoyed cold beet soup, which she didn't.  But Ema thought that it would be rude just to snack on something you brought with you if you walked into a restaurant.  Of course, she hadn't come here to eat, but for now she sat there, looking across the table and waiting.  Thankfully, it wasn't long before she heard footsteps coming up from a stairwell
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Goodbye, Justin
...it's hard to express what I'm thinking in words.  Well, truth be told, that's how it's always been for me, but it's even harder now.  
Thursday, Justin "Jew Wario" Carmical committed suicide.  The news didn't hit the Internet until Saturday, while I was in town.  I was sitting there in the car when I read the news on Twitter.  It wasn't long before I was in tears.  
It was hard to explain why, though--especially to my mom, who didn't know the guy at all.  But then again, neither did I.  At least, not the way everyone else seems to.  
I wasn't even a huge fan of Justin's.  Not to say I didn't like his work, it was great--but I didn't watch it as often as I watched the others' videos.  But in every video that I saw him in, Justin just struck me as the nicest, most sincere guy you could ever meet.  He made people happy just by being around him.  He cared about everything he did, and it was clear he wanted to share everyth
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Call Me Sam: Book 1 of the Heavenly Corps Chronicles

Chapter 2: I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

As the hound charged, my muscles tensed, and my years of training at the academy kicked in.  As I dove to the side, away from the hound's lunging, hungry mouth, I was also reaching for my weapon.  

Terrans often depict warrior angels as carrying swords and spears, but that's not necessarily the case.  Every angel has a weapon, however...our halos are not strictly for decoration.  As I reached up and removed the golden halo from above my head, it instantly began to change in response to my thoughts.  The golden circlet expanded, forming a grip that I took hold of in the center as it was replaced by a round, golden shield.  Which, as the hound found out the hard way from biting down on, was also razor sharp around the edges.  

The hound howled in pain as black blood like bile dribbled from its drooling mouth, stepping back and growling as it circled me--waiting for an opening.  With a snarl, suddenly a stream of fire shot from its opened mouth.  I just barely managed to widen the shield's diameter enough to shield me from the unholy flames, and even then the heat was ghastly behind it.  But I charged forward, ramming into the hound's face with the hard scaled surface of the shield and sending it slamming hard into the brick wall behind it.  The impact was enough to dislodge a few of the bricks above me, but the hound was barely shaken.  I concentrated, and small teethlike blades appeared all around the shield's edge, the shield spinning around in my hand and nicking at the creature's flesh even as it lashed out with its own claws.  But just as I thought I had it on the ropes, the creature's long, trunklike tail lashed out and swept my feet out from under me.  

I tumbled, my shield clattering to the ground beside me as the hound went on the attack again, shooting a stream of fire that singed my arm before I could roll out of the way.  As I tried not to focus on the scent of my burning arm hair, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong--more so than usual.  A demonic creature of this size and strength--surely someone up at HQ would have picked the hellhound up before I arrived.  I was about to call for backup, when suddenly I sensed it.  Beneath the burning scent, I could smell another--the smell of another angel.  Remiel?  No time--for now, I had to take care of this beast.  The hound's stomping, clawed foot barely missed me as I rolled again, reaching out my hand.  Instantly the shield shrank back into a golden halo, flying back into my hand where I caught it easily.  It was time for a change of tact.  

I put my hands out, beckoning for the hound to come closer.  The beast growled angrily, and just as I knew it would, it leaped toward me with jumping power that belied its size.  With a flick of my wrist, I sent the disc flying from my hand--but this time, with an effort of will, it expanded not into a shield, but a bladed, golden chakram, spinning rapidly through the air.  My aim was true, and the blade plunged right through the beast's torso, causing it to howl in pain.  I jumped to the side to get out of the way of the hound's pouncing body--but then, suddenly I realized that the disc wasn't flying back to my hand.  I willed it to do so, but instead, the chakram kept going, crashing through the window of the building behind it.  I barely noticed the hound dissolving beside me into black smoke--my mind was too busy racing with thoughts of how much this wasn't supposed to happen.  

Instinctively, I took to the air, flying through the crystal shards raining down around me after the chakram my halo stubbornly remained in the shape of.  All the while willing it to return to my hand, but it never did.  It did, however, turn to the side to whiz down a hallway.  As I passed through the window, I suddenly started to hear an unearthly wail--an alarm?  But I had bigger things to worry about--suddenly, the flying chakram swerved to the side, down a door that opened before me.  Without thinking, I flew through the door after it--and froze.  In all the commotion, I had been focusing on the hound too much to realize that the scent of a fellow angel I'd picked up had been growing stronger, especially as I went through the building.  It wasn't until too late that I realized why.

The sight before me was simultaneously blasphemous and horrifying.  Another angel was in the room before me.  I could tell by his face, that it was Ramiel...or rather, that it had been.  His eyes were out of focus, and I could see no life inside them.  His hands were pinned up to the wall with huge metal stakes, arms spread wide, though his feet still touched the ground--a cruel imitation of the Son's crucifixion.  And in the center of his chest was the chakram...a bladed circle protruding from his ribs.  But strangest of all was the red blood seeping from all three of his wounds.  The blood of an angel is not red, but golden ichor--so why...

I was suddenly distracted when I heard the clatter of feet running toward me.  I turned to face the intruders--two men in tailored business suits of blue and black--and thought briefly that they should consider themselves lucky they couldn't see any of this.  Or at least, I thought that until both of them stared, agape, right at me and the grisly scene before them.  This was wrong...all wrong.  I shouldn't have been able to be seen.  I was hardly able to do anything but stare dumbly, barely hearing a word the two men said as one of them reached for their--phone, I believe--to call someone.  I tried to leap forward--but ended up falling to the floor.  I couldn't take off, and when I looked back, I realized why.  My wings--they were gone!  

At this point, an instinctive fight-or-flight response kicked in, and I stumbled to my feet, pushing my way past the two men.  Of course they tried to stop me, but I swatted their fists away, stumbling toward the window in a daze.  I leaped out, feeling a sharp pain in my leg as I did, stumbling to the floor.  All traces of the hound were now gone.  And yet, the corpse of one of my comrades-in-arms remained in the building, visibly dead--and stabbed with my chakram.  I found myself getting to my feet despite a throbbing pain in my leg, starting to make my way back through the alley I'd come in from at a run.  My mind was racing with a million thoughts at once, and as preoccupied as I was, I didn't even realize that I was wandering into the street.  At least until I heard a loud screeching noise, and suddenly, with a terrific bash into my right side, I found myself airborne, tumbling through the air head over feet.  As I heard the car's occupant open the door, I couldn't move, whether due to the shock or the pain spreading through me.  As darkness ate away at the corners of my vision, one thought floated to the top of my mind.  That in more ways than one...

I had fallen.  
Call Me Sam: Chapter 2
Yep--I'm still working on this.  I still think the idea has potential, sue me. 

Okay, so a LOT happens in this chapter.  I tried to give Sam's weapons a unique feel--I mean, swords and spears are fine, but I like the idea of an angel using his halo as a chakram or shield.  And in this case, said halo was used to murder one of Sam's fellow guardian angels.  For what purpose, remains to be seen. 
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It’s finally time for the Hero’s grudge match with one of his childhood obsessions…but will he survive the ordeal?
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TBR: The Devil You Know (Felix Castor Book 1) Review

Welcome to another edition of The Book Revue-but I'm going to start this one off with a confession.  This is NOT the original book I had planned to cover last time.  If you'll recall, I said that said book was not disappointing, and that it could stand alongside The Dresden Files.  And while the book I'd originally planned to cover, Hounded--the first book of Kevin Hearne's Iron Druid Chronicles series--does fit that description, and I'll probably review that later...I think I owe this book a review first, because I just got the opportunity to finish it.  

You see, I do most of my 'reading' thanks to Audible, which is easier for me to do these days instead of having a book with me.  And for the most part, Audible has served me well.  I think that having a book read to me adds another dimension to my enjoyment of a book--the performance by said narrator or narrators--that makes me wonder why I didn't do this sooner.  But I say 'for the most part' because in one case, I almost never had the chance to finish a book I'd bought.  

In my neverending search for great urban fantasy stories that occupy my time waiting for the next Dresden Files book, I stumbled upon a few series of books that seemed promising--Simon R. Green's 'Secret Histories' (which I stopped reading after 'The Spy Who Haunted Me' due to replacement with a lackluster narrator), the aforementioned Iron Druid Chronicles (which I will get to), and in between, the Felix Castor series, penned by Mike Carey.  I downloaded the first book, The Devil You Know, after I bought it--but something weird happened with said book about halfway through.  It glitched out, and it wouldn't let me listen further no matter what I did.  It wasn't until recently that I got the urge to try again, and with Audible support's help, I managed to get the book re-downloaded.  I started again from the beginning, and this time I was able to finish it after literal years of waiting.  So how was it?  Well, let's start with the premise.  

The world has recently started to become overrun by the spirits of the dead coming back to life--whether as ghosts or even taking over the bodies of animals or humans to become dangerous werebeasts.  Naturally, this environment led to an uprising in exorcists to put the dead back where they belong.  One such exorcist is Felix Castor, or Fix to his friends--an exorcist who uses a tin whistle to play the dead away with music.  However, things get dicey when he gets called to the Bonnington Archive, in what seems to be an everyday assignment for him--to get rid of a ghost that's haunting the place.  However, Felix soon finds himself in over his head when he starts to unravel the reason why said ghost ended up becoming one.  

Right off, Felix cemented himself as very likeable, even if he can sometimes be ruthless--but only to people who deserve it.  Carey has that trademark dry British wit down pat, and Felix can snark with the best of them.  However, he also has the baggage of an old friend of his, Raphael.  Raffie bit off more than he could chew when he tried to perform a spell and ended up calling a demon into his body, which Felix tried to exorcise--but almost ended up exorcising Raffie's spirit instead.  In the end, the two souls became bound, and Raffie ended up in a mental ward with Asmodeus fighting for control over his mind constantly.  You can tell that this still haunts Felix--no pun intended--who blames himself for the incident, though others assure him that there was nothing he could have done.  The cast of the Bonnington Archive are a likeable bunch of workmates, though we probably won't be seeing them again.  

However, when it comes to atmosphere, the book is played straighter than the Dresden Files--little to no pop culture references, less snarky quips--at times this feels a lot more like a straight noir story than Dresden's more comedic tone, not that either is a bad thing.  Also, even though the book deals heavily with the dead, even Felix is quick to say that he really has no idea where the ghosts go when he banishes them--he just wants them to be at peace.  And the mystery itself is actually suspenseful and intriguing enough to where I couldn't stop listening until I heard the answer.  Sure, you could say it's just another murder mystery, but it's a really well-done one.  

I will say in advance, however, that like Dresden the book isn't afraid to deal with adult themes.  Rape, murder, and human trafficking figure heavily into the plot.  Also, this book includes one of the most terrifying portrayals of a succubus I've ever read.  Seriously, if any of you have had fantasies about a succubus before, this book will show you just how beautiful and terrible the actual idea can be.  In many ways it feels like a mirror of another book series I've been reading, Daniel Faust--but again, that's for another time.  

The Devil You Know may have taken me forever to read, but now that I have, I'm eager to find out more.  Now if I could only narrow my obsession down to one book series...but I guess that's what I get for being a reader.  Oh, and if the name Mike Carey sounds familiar to you, it should--he previously worked as a writer for DC comics, and like this book, most of his work involved the darker side of them.  He was a writer on Lucifer, Hellblazer, and even a few Batman and Sandman titles.  So I suppose creating an original character who's an exorcist isn't too far outside his comfort zone.  But even working with just prose and voice, he still wove an interesting, suspenseful story that made me want to continue.  Perhaps I will--but in the meantime, I think I now owe Kevin Hearne a review.  However, as we saw this time, that might not end up being the case.  But whatever I end up reviewing next time, I'll see you then on the next Book Revue!  
TBR: The Devil You Know Review
In this edition of The Book Revue, I cover the first book of Mike Carey's Felix Castor series, The Devil You Know. 
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Author's Note:  I didn't want to completely let my writing chops dull while I'm busy with other projects, so inspired by a writing prompt post I saw earlier today, and this picture that a friend of mine posted (which I do not own the rights to), to write a story based on this image.  And here's what I got.  

"Come on, it's this way!" Eddy's voice echoed over the sound of rustling leaves, though at this point the other two couldn't see him. Eddy, being shorter than his friends, was able to duck under the brambles they were making their way through--well, most of them. By contrast, Ed simply strolled right through the underbrush like a human snow plow, while Edd was content to stay behind him and walk in his cleared path. Of course Ed was slower than Eddy, who was already leaning against a tree by the time the other two got out of the dense vegetation. "Took ya long enough!"

"Honestly, Eddy, how you talk me into going on these adventures is beyond me," Edd groused, reaching under his hat and pulling out a handful of burrs, which he tossed back into the woods-or tried to, the burrs simply landing inches away. "What on Earth could you possibly have in mind that would be worth this trip?"

As Eddy mimed a yapping mouth with his hand over Edd's tirade, the two weren't really paying attention to Ed, who was gazing enraptured at his own hands, who like the rest of him now had thorns poking out in all directions. Until he finally spoke up with, "I have become Zortan, king of the plant-people!" He seized a handful of the burrs Edd was pulling out, clutching them protectively. "Stay away from my eggs, puny human!"

Eddy couldn't hold back a laugh at this, and even Edd had to giggle as they saw Ed looking like the lovechild of Frankenstein and a pincushion. But then Eddy paused, cupping a hand to his suddenly massive ear, shushing them. "It's starting! This way!" Edd shrugged and followed Eddy up the slope, with Ed forgetting his pretend game with a "Come ON, burrhead!" from Eddy. The three boys had soon reached the top of a huge cliffside that was carpeted with soft grass, overlooking the tiny cul-de-sac that was Peach Creek Estates. Eddy of course plopped down in the best spot, with the other two finding comfortable spots next to him. And it soon became clear why they were there. A rocket whizzed up in the air in a shower of golden sparks, bursting into fireworks that, as high up as they were, seemed to be right in front of them.

"Told ya it'd be worth it," Eddy smirked as he spoke up between more colored starbursts going off. "Johnny's parents put on the best fireworks show every year, and since our folks went out of town, I figured we should see it in style."

The other two didn't say anything, but Edd's mind was pretty preoccupied at the moment. This wasn't just any 4th of July...this was the first one after the three had somehow made it through junior high. He hadn't told the others yet, but due to his high grades, he was going off to a private school. Ed and Eddy would probably be in Peach Creek High still, but this would be the first time since the three had moved in that they wouldn't all be going to the same school. He still hadn't figured out how to break the news to them.

"Hey, sockhead," Eddy suddenly piped up. Edd glanced down at him, Eddy turning over to face him. "I ain't good at saying this kinda stuff-but we're gonna miss ya."

Edd jumped slightly. "What? You mean you knew?"

"Oh please-news travels fast in Peach Creek. And if there's any hot gossip, I gotta keep track of it. All the better to scam them with," Eddy chuckled. "I mean, it'll suck not having you around to help with inventing stuff. I guess we'll have to use my own massive brains to make up for it."

Despite the ribbing, Edd knew he meant well. Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, he quickly wiped them on his sleeve. "Hey-I'll still be around during the summer."

"Right!" Eddy added hurriedly. "They won't get rid of this dream team that easy!"

"Easily..." Edd corrected, but he felt himself smiling in spite of himself. What had he been thinking? When they'd been friends as long as the three of them had, a little thing like distance wasn't going to change that.

"Yeah yeah," Eddy remarked, and the two of them turned back to enjoy the rest of the show. Ed, for his part, had watched this while remaining silent, but when he saw that his friends seemed happy again, he pulled a sparkler out from God knew where and held it up in solidarity. Perhaps, on one level, the big lug really did understand what was going on, but knew to be respectfully silent. Though he'd still blubber like a baby when Edd had to go. But for now, the three had a long fireworks show to enjoy, and they still had a few more weeks of summer. And they might as well enjoy both while they lasted.
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Pretty much what the author's note says-I wanted to write a short story to keep my writing work from being completely neglected, and this image gave me a lot to work with.  So whoever drew it, thank you. 
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Eli Stone
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My name is Eli, I'm 22, and I'm a writer by trade. My dream is to one day write screenplays for Hollywood movies, and have them be successful ones.

Current Residence: wouldn't you like to know?
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Favourite genre of music: Rock
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Favourite style of art: any
Operating System: COMPAQ laptop with Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: any; *I don't have one.*
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Skin of choice: Caucasian. *hey, it works for me.*
Favourite cartoon character: Too many to list!
Personal Quote: "Anime obsessed? I prefer "enthusiastic."
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tehwatcher Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2017
1st happy birthday

2nd may it be a wonderful day
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HewyToonmore Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017
Happy birthday, Hero! :D
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Shadow-DJ Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday :)
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RockportMaricruz Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday:party:
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Biruka Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017
Happy Birthday!
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TheWalrusclown Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017
happy birthday!!!!!!!!!

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Shadow-DJ Featured By Owner May 26, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Hero, question for you:

How would you suggest doing a Video series like your's? Just curious since I am wanting to do the same thing. ;; Got any advice?
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TheWalrusclown Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2017
Yo, hero, I need a little help with something (don't' worry , i'm not asking you to drawl something for me) I need a little help with a pet project, the Ben 10?/toon girls equivalency's, hears a link to the journal for more info on what I need help with: thewalrusclown.deviantart.com/…

Link to folder with what I've got done so far: thewalrusclown.deviantart.com/…
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GrishamAnimation1 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
The Cartoon Hero. :handshake: Nice to meet you.

My name's Matt Grisham. I have an interest in animated cartoon and fanfiction.

I'm technically a fan of your reviews, like the ones from Doug TenNapel Month.
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TheWalrusclown Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2017
Dear Mr. cartoon hero,

I was wondering if I could make a request if I might, I found a Mexican made animated movie with an English dub called guardians of the lost code, and it is terrible. there are many problems but the main one that sets off an autistic meltdown in me to the point where i can't review it myself on my show is that they have an implied gang rape of a grade-school aged little girl who's traumatized to the point where she's mute just so it could serve as motivation for he Brother so he could fill the role in the admittedly awesome, deserved to be in a better movie than this twist ending (the gods where wrong, and the villain children where the chosen ones all along), they put a gang-raped little girl in a refrigerator, WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THIS BRIGHT IDEA NEEDS TO HAVE THERE BRAIN LACKERED hears a link to the current owners YouTube, they care so little you an watch it there for free if you so choose: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUXGBO…
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TheWalrusclown Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016
merry Christmas, Mr. Cartoon hero
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Shadow-DJ Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
So...

Ever seen the anime, Seven Deadly Sins? If not, I recommend it.
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M-102 Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016
Hello. Will you ever review the 1995 Darkstalkers cartoon?
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Shadow-DJ Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
you get the new Ace Attorney game yet? :P
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mikedema64 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016
Happy Birthday Hero.
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HewyToonmore Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016
Happy birthday, Eli! :D :D :cake: :party:
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Dark92Enigma Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016
Hope you have a happy birthday, Hero!
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JadeF0x Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016  Student Artist
Happy Birthday! :cake:
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Shadow-DJ Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday, Hero :D

SO..how you liking the Ace Attorney anime? ;;
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Biruka Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2016
Happy Birthday!
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