Took me until damn near the deadline, but I played through this month’s Exceptional Friends story, Borrowed Glory. I’ll say right off the bat, I liked it much more than January’s. It felt very punchy and to the point, with a very ‘grab this, grab this, grab this, carry on’ tempo, as compared to the usual ‘grind this, grind this, grind this, carry on’ style. Mind, I don’t usually mind the grind, and all the running in circles usually offers some good lore, but the punchier speed was refreshing.
Best of all, it didn’t leave me asking ‘well, how was I supposed to know that?’ after half the choices, and the end result didn’t leave me wondering what the point had been if it was going to be a bust regardless.
Honestly, my only complaint was that I wanted to take the Love-Sickened Senschal home like a stray kitten and I was not allowed to do that.
The Love-Sickened Seneschal digs his head into the small of your back, clearly nervous, unwilling to approach Feducci himself.
Look at him. He’s adorable.
And really, the writing as a whole is back up to the standard I expect it to be at.
Of all the boroughs in London, where better indeed to find a bounty of dead men's bones than the gallows. Death struggles to find tenancy here, but Londoners are resourceful.
made my hair stand on end. It was genuinely something I hadn’t put any thought into before that, and I could hear the goddamn Silent Hill sirens going off. Don’t even get me started on the dream creations.
After a while, you look up to see if the Rapacious Prince has taken notice.
Blessed are the self-absorbed.
nearly made me snort my cocoa.
But more than anything, it gave me the mental image of a smiling waiter shooing my 6′8″ weaponized beanstalk away like a errant puppy, which is worth the price of admission on its own. I’m pretty sure the Prince’s get-together was buffet-style, but in my mind, the waiter shooed Shai along with a menu all the same.
