It's the third novel in a series. I came in with the second book, Juggler of Worlds, but there's the first one called Fleet of Worlds that I haven't gotten ahold of yet. And the fourth book, Betrayer of Worlds, just hit the shelves in hardcover, so it'll be a while before I get that one.
Anyway: I read Destroyer of Worlds at one sitting. And it's not exactly a pamphlet, either. Figure an inch and a half thick, typical paperback paper, and the usual font size--it's not exactly a "light novel", if you know what I mean.
Then again, I used to pick up Tom Clancy's latest hardcover on a Friday afternoon and be done with it by Saturday night if I had nothing else going on. Dyslexic I am not.
...so I read the book at one sitting, and then waited for the paper to arrive so I could spare Mom the walk down the driveway; after she had the paper, I hit the hay. It was 8 AM, and I slept until 4:30. *sigh*
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So it's been raining for a while; and I'm sitting here thanking God, Buddha, and Auntie Madoka that most of the precip we're due to get is rain and not snow. It's 6:30 and still above freezing; it'll get colder and things will get crappy, but if it had started out cold we'd be under feet of snow by now.
I suppose that's what makes a blizzard like that in 1967 so rare around here: when the air has enough moisture in it to dump a lot of precipitation, it's too warm to snow and instead it rains.
Illinois lies on the eastern border of the Great Plains, which were once sea beds. It's a vast sheet of limestone covered with soil.
It's also in the middle of the continent, behind mountain ranges and vast stretches of land.
Moist air coming west from the Pacific first has to pass over the Rocky Mountains, and as it rises it dumps most of its moisture on those same mountains. Moist air coming from the Gulf of Mexico is too warm; we get rain under those circumstances. It takes a special--and unusual--weather pattern for us to get huge quantities of snow.
The air has to be moist, but not too warm; generally speaking this means there has to be a kind of "conveyor" in the atmosphere bringing moist-but-cool air in from somewhere else. For example, there has to be moisture from the Gulf riding up and over a bitter Canadian air mass near the ground. Even then, it's usually more likely we'll get rain than snow.
I can think of three times that everything has been just right in the past fifty years: 1967, 1977, and 2000. 2000 was the weakest; we got fifteen inches of snow. 1967 was the worst, though I'm not sure how much of that was inadequate preparation. (I was about the size of a tennis ball at the time. There is a movie somewhere in this house of my mother and I shoveling snow in January of 1967. I'm not visible in the picture but I'm there.)
Anyway, they're predicting an asston of snow for Sunday but not much tonight. Fine by me.
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Vicki hit 20th level the other day, and I found myself trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to go to get my mount.
...worgen are their own mounts: there's an ability called "running wild" where you drop to all fours and run at riding speed. It costs nothing to get the ability; it's a freebie. As soon as you hit 20th, bang, you've got apprentice riding and "running wild".
I power-leveled inscription; it's almost 100 now and I'm finally able to make some glyphs.
...the first glyph I could make for hunters was level 75. WTF.
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Well, that's about all I've got for now. I think I'll play WoW for a little while.