Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

FROM HOLLY CHISM:  The Passing of the Age.


Once, gods and Titans went to war because humanity existed and the Titans…didn’t like that. Will, the blacksmith’s apprentice, was born long after the war’s bitter, destructive, last gasp. It left the land scarred, leaving behind the Wastes, a massive pit in the landscape, dug by poisoned magic. The old world was lost in the ashes, and survivors were left with so little that any who didn’t pull their weight (or had something someone powerful wanted) were exiled to starve in the Wastes.

Just. Like. Will.

Cast out to the Wastes because his father remarried and his stepmother had wanted her children to inherit, he turned to his master, the smith. The smith, who had held Will back to keep using his labor for free, refused to go against the rest of the village, angry though he was to lose Will’s labor. In lieu of the honestly-earned status of journeyman that would have protected Will from exile, his master gave him a bag of grave goods: a hammer (but not a good one), tongs (that were rusting to pieces), and a file (more than half worn out). And two small coins to pay the ferryman when he reached the river dividing life from death.

Will entered the wastes with the clothes on his back, inadequate grave goods, and determination to live through it, in spite of his village. And a mission given him by the Land, and by the god of the wild places, to take the knife he made with his grave goods to the very center of the Wastes. There, he will find his destiny.

SOME OF US WERE THE VOICES CRYING IN THE WILDERNESS, BECAUSE WE’D READ UP ON THIS PARTICULAR BRANCH OF BIO RESEARCH:  The Story of an Industrial Flop.

WHAT HE SAID:  People who have never fought. Should not define what a fight is.

And by the way, because he said it’s a mystery to him how it works for women: because we’re weaker and smaller and more likely to get hurt in a fight? For us the fight starts as soon as the other person signals they might possibly be considering stepping into our space. Also by “fight” I mean all out kicking, screaming, biting and gouging eyes. None of this “fight between gentlemen.” We’re weaker and more likely to lose. We have to fight as if we can’t afford to leave the other guy able to come after us again. And then, as soon as he’s done, our best weapon is running. But be prepared to do what you have to till you can run. This is the reality of the world and violence. And no, none of you are going to sweet talk someone violent into not hurting you. And no, none of you ladies is going to toss a 300lb attacker around like a teddy bear. The movies lie. They lie hard. And their lies are dangerous. Your best bet is low cunning, no holds barred and then fleet feet. And it’s not a great bet at that.