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Sydney and Hobbes sort of have an agreement: Sydney catches ’em, Hobbes eats ’em. Looks here like Sydney’s rethinking that agreement, or at least is making sure Hobbes knows just which of them is the Mighty Hunter.

I much prefer for Hobbes to do the eating; that cat has a cast-iron stomach. Sydney doesn’t — bird, rat hindquarters, whatever gets upchucked, and she has no shame about depositing it on my office floor. You cannot believe how disgusting it is to clean up bloody cat barf that’s still warm.

I missed reading the The Sword of Shannara when it first came out nearly 30 years ago, so when I saw it on the library shelf I had to pick it up.

Thirty years ago I would have enjoyed the book a lot more. It does have some fun bits, especially the parts where it’s more like a RPG than a takeoff of Lord of the Rings, as in these sections: Continue reading “Sword of Shannara”