Today on my Patreon, we take a look at a passage from Book 2 in the Dresden Files series and address how lore could be passed upon the reader without being boring and incurring in inconsistencies. You can read it here.

"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Today on my Patreon, we take a look at a passage from Book 2 in the Dresden Files series and address how lore could be passed upon the reader without being boring and incurring in inconsistencies. You can read it here.


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What a splendid exhibition! I was expecting your regular, run-of-the-mill show at Palazzo Reale, which is usually good enough, but I was surprised at the depth and width of this new endeavour, that spans across the city with multiple initiatives and, even within the show

I take issue with this volume, and not because they’re short stories and you’re bound to like some more than the others: they’re all delightful, with very few and negligible exceptions. No, my problem is curatorial: I take issue that instead of grouping all the

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