When Sorrows Come

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“Look, I know we're a feudal system and everything, but we're living in a modern world,” I said, exasperated. “My underwear has elastic. I have a phone. We can talk like normal people. No one's going to take points off the final score if we stop sounding like we gargle with bad BBC dramas.”

“Yes, but where's the fun in talking like normal people?” asked Aethlin. “Half the time I'm a King of Faerie. The other half, ''m standing in line at Tim Hortons and some asshole in a hockey uniform has just taken the last sour cream glazed. We have to wallow in the aesthetic when we get the chance.”

“I will overthrow your kingdom myself,” I threatened genially. Not genially enough: several of his guard reached for their swords. High King Aethlin sighed and raised a hand for them to stop.

“Your reputation precedes you, Sir Daye. Could you please not make jokes about sedition?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I said.

When Sorrows Come

WHEN SORROWS COME

WHEN SORROWS COME

Alpha Flight

The Kids in the Hall

(Hint: Just about everyone)

A Killing Frost

Everyone matters. If there's one thing I've learned from how hard Evening and her ilk have tried to convince me I don't matter it's that everyone matters. The alternative is a world where no one matters, and since I know that isn't true, “everyone” is the only option we have left.

AND WITH REVELING

When Sorrows Come

WHEN SORROWS COME

...the purpose of this book is joy. I wrote it in 2020. I needed joy. Very, very badly.

I need joy even more now. And if I can't make it for myself, I can damn well give it to my imaginary friend.

So you can pan the book for being simple, but I have no regrets. I needed joy. I think you need joy too.