Archie (Vol. 2), Issue #3

* Part 3 of 6 of the Archie (Vol 2) Volume 1 collection *

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Archie (Vol. 2), Issue #3! In the previous installment, we all laugh when we learn that Jughead’s family was rich as fuck when he was a little kid and now they’re poor as shit. We all revel in the antics of Archie trying to work construction in order to pay for maintenance and repairs on his awful car, an expense he didn’t have to worry about when he was still dating the handy Betty. We all fall in love with Veronica Lodge, who has just moved to town and has already drawn the attention of the student body with her wealth and her sexy swagger. We all root for Archie and Betty, who both clearly want to get back together but this dastardly lipstick incident ruined things forever! Arrgh!

Or maybe you want all these characters to die painful deaths? I don’t know where you stand on Archie.

I still believe that the lipstick incident involved genital insertion, and I’m not talking about Betty’s. Archie’s urethra still hasn’t recovered from the damage.


Archie (Vol. 2), Issue #3 [November, 2015]
Written by: Mark Waid

Archie (Vol. 2), Issue #3

“I met a girl the other night,” Archie speaks to the sky, presumably God who doesn’t give a shit anyway. He speaks as if he has never met a girl before. Or even knows what one is. Then he corrects himself. “’Met’ not so much. More like ‘escaped the wrath of the father of.’”

Archie walks into traffic as he fantasizes over he and Veronica locking eyes for a second, just enough to send a jolt of electricity to the ol’ penis. Jughead leaps into the street and pulls Archie out of the way just in time. Archie barely notices. “Her name is Veronica Lodge. Her dad’s a jillionaire. She starts Riverdale today. I’m gonna make it the best day of her life.”

Jughead throws up all 900,000,000,000 burgers he’s eaten in his lifetime.

So, the next day, at the beginning of school, Archie pushes Smithers out of the way and opens the car door for Veronica. “Please permit me, madam,” he bows. Veronica merely glares at him like he’s a millipede on a rock. “Hi. I’m Archie. Archie Andrews. I’m your volunteer campus liaison. I can show you around.”

Sounds thrilling, nerd. Why don’t you show her to the group of people cooler than you? Veronica catches a whiff in the hallway that she thinks is crack cocaine, but it’s just the football coach! Make of that what you will.

“Oh, we’ve met,” Veronica says as reality dawns on her. “You’re the boy who destroyed my house,” she adds lazily. Archie’s jaw drops. “Don’t worry, I thought it was a riot. It was worth it just to see the expression on daddy’s face when he lost his mind.”

Archie imagines getting his head stuffed into a guillotine.

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Pretty soon this poodle will be your boss, kid.

Jughead and some girl named Maria show up to comment on Archie’s “nice purse”. Jughead stares at his friend disdainfully, as if there was any other way to stare at him. “Is there some reason you’ve decided to let this diva put a leash around your neck?” he says. “I mean, other than your natural horndoggedness?”

Archie imagines the bones of the mansion construction coming crashing down and gulps. Absolutely not, man! WHA-WHA-WHA-WHY DO YOU ASK?! HEH!

“I’m just trying to do the decent thing.”

“By lurking outside the girls’ room in drag.”

“A purse isn’t drag. There’s nothing wrong with a handbag.” Archie lifts his nose snootily. “I’m helping the new kid.”

“You’re helping the new kid.” Jughead has his arms crossed in placid skepticism.

“Don’t be cynical. First days can be awful, so I try to be there for them.” Archie gets all high and mighty toward Jugs. “I know you’re all wrapped up in your own world, but I was brought up to be of service.

A likely story, punk.

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This doesn’t count because Archie’s an unapologetic racist.

Veronica comes out of the bathroom and calls Archie “Andy”. Archie calls her “Ronnie”. She loves it. They’re getting on famously already! Jughead looks somewhat concerned, like this girl is going to sink her teeth into Archie’s neck and transform him into a creature of the night (prostitute).

Later, Jughead and Betty are texting each other during class about Archie’s sudden new interest in the snobby rich girl. Betty doesn’t care about what Archie does and who he does it with and why he does it and how he does it and especially where he does it! Jughead gets dismissed from class by the teacher for using a cellphone, so he takes this opportunity to peak into the classroom Veronica is currently in. And she’s regaling the class with rich-girl stories that are even making her withered old teacher laugh! She catches Jughead snarling from the door. She snarls back.

I think these two should get together. But it won’t fucking happen because Jughead is asexual or something and is only in love with pizza.

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FEEL THAT SEXUAL TENSION! OH WELL!

Next, Jughead pops into the gym where he finds Archie playing dodgeball. “Man, if ever there was a sport that was a metaphor for your life,” he says in Archie’s ear while Archie’s trying to dodge a barrage of balls. I’m not sure what Jughead’s motivation here is other than “fuck with him”, but let’s not forget that he’s the one that rigged the Homecoming election to keep Archie and Betty away from each other.

“Is there something you want to tell me about a mysteriously destroyed mansion for which, it occurs to me, you have no alibi?” he says as he catches a dodgeball with one hand and his eyes closed. Archie’s gonna fess up now, but not to that.

“Jug, I’m under a spell! You gotta help me!”

Admitting your powerlessness is the first step toward recovery! Jughead’s going to get the electroshock therapy machine and–

“ANDY! Which way is the lunchroom?” Veronica asks with hearts floating around the speech balloons.

“I’ll walk you!”

Jughead stares as Archie and Veronica hold hands. Enough of this shit. Time for a steak.

The cafeteria is serving up sloppy joes that smell like if a foot farted on a skunk. Speaking of odors, Archie smells like sweat and Funyuns. “I’d like to make some more friends. Go shower,” Veronica says, dismissing him.

The room is full of horny dorks who want Veronica to sit with them. She ends up sitting next to Maria and that other girl with the black hair and red bangs who I’ve never mentioned before nor posted a picture of! Veronica and this girl bond over the girl’s Marie LeSiau blouse, which she altered. This impresses Veronica! These two are going to get along nicely.

The girl is named Sheila, and oh yeah I did mention her before once. She was the one getting Betty ready for her party in the last issue. Veronica takes a big bite of her rancid sloppy joe and starts turning yellow. Then she pukes all over herself in front of everyone.

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Initiation over! Welcome to Riverdale!

Veronica regains composure and walks out of the cafeteria haughtily. She makes it to the bathroom where she suddenly sobs in front of the mirror. She dials up Daddy Dearest and complains about how he could drag her against her will to such an awful town. Betty enters the bathroom and overhears the conversation. Mr. Lodge hangs up on his daughter.

“You have a little bit in your hair,” Betty says, wetting a piece of paper towel. “Let me get it for you.”

Veronica lets her guard down. Why is this girl being nice to her? Girls aren’t nice to her! They introduce themselves to each other before Betty walks out of the bathroom with poise and grace. She catches Archie waiting outside the bathroom. Betty brings back what looks like a dress from the drama costume department, which makes Veronica crack the hell up. “Thank you, girl. You really did cheer me up. Imagine, decorating Veronica Lodge like a parade float. What, didn’t they have any potato sacks?”

Veronica summons her widdle Archiekins and they walk away from the bathroom. Betty gets mad. “Archiekins?” she repeats incredulously. The rivalry begins!

As Smithers is seen hurrying up the school grounds with a rack of designer clothes, Betty texts Jughead back. “She just made it my business.”

And Jughead smiles.

And shit’s gonna get real fast.

And what an eventful first day it’s been! Veronica gets into her limo and Archie hands her her books. She instructs Archie to trot behind the limo with her puke clothes so they don’t stink up the car. Jughead and Betty catch this pathetic display of lapdogginess. “See what I mean?” says Jughead. “Action is called for.”

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“Ma’am! You forgot your Kasimir! Ma’am!!”

Betty makes it clear that this isn’t about getting back together with Archie. Nothing about her outrage is related to jealousy. It’s all about Archie’s well-being. And she’s going to do whatever it takes to save him from himself.

But let’s be real. It’s about jealousy.

Final Thoughts

Who cares if Archie has a crush on Veronica? Betty’s old news now, baby. Black hair is more interesting anyway. Out with the blonde.

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 11: “Tar Valon”

The Wheel of Time - Book 3 - The Dragon Reborn

The group passes through Darien, a town just outside Tar Valon that has been so often ravaged by battles and rebuilt that it’s certain that as long as Tar Valon stands, so does Darien. They are about to cross one of the many marvelous bridges that join Tar Valon with its neighboring villages and cities. Egwene has a feeling of returning home, as much as she’s guilty about that as an Emond’s Fielder. Right before they enter the Tower, Hurin takes his leave as he is to return to Fal Dara to bring news of the Dragon Reborn. Then he fucks off without another glance! Bye Hurin, we’ll see you again during the Sniffer Rebellion uprising. The one where 75 villages get torched in Book 11. ‘Twil be fun.

Before entering the Tower, Verin talks to a guard secretly by telling him secrets and gives him a secret task to complete secretly. Sheriam Sedai, the Mistress of Novices, approaches with three young Accepted to speak with Verin. When Egwene begins to plead for Mat’s health, Verin snaps at her with ferocity that Egwene didn’t know she was even capable of. Verin must see the Amyrlin Seat immediately. Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne are all to go with Sheriam to get their punishments dished out and so forth (they’ll probably end up getting a fucking parade, honestly).

The three girls will be confined to their rooms, with each girl being assigned an Accepted to guard her. Nynaeve gets a nice one, Theodrin. One named Faolain is extremely jealous of Nynaeve because she rose to the rank of Accepted by basically doing nothing. She wants the girls to slip up so she ran rat them out to Sheriam as soon as possible. She sounds like a real cunt. Egwene thinks Faolain will be Red Ajah, aka “Cunt Ajah”, with the rest of the cunts.

These chapters have been more interesting than the Wolf Boy chapters. I hope we continue to focus on the Aes Sedai and their smooth, smooth, cherubic cheeks.

Supergirl (Vol. 6), Issue #9 – “Like Daughter”

* Part 2 of 5 of the Girl in the World storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Supergirl (Vol. 6), Issue #9 – “Like Daughter”! In the previous installment, the accidentally-destructive Supergirl gets cornered by the military in New York City, but she gets saved by some young Irish bird with a white pixie cut named Siobhan. Siobhan has special powers too, like being able to speak Krypton after only hearing three words of it. Also, she’s the Silver Banshee, but I’ll get to that later.

So, Siobhan is the Silver Banshee and her dad shows up as the Black Banshee and they have to fight now.

Also, Siobhan is a musician and Supergirl will live with her in her shitty Queens apartment.

And they won’t have sex. Sorry.

Onward!


Supergirl (Vol. 6), Issue #9 [July, 2012]
Written by: Michael Green & Mike Johnson
“Like Daughter”

Supergirl (Vol. 6), Issue #9

Thirteen years ago in hazy, gray Ireland, a very young Siobhan is carried across the plains by her older brother Patrick Ryan Liam Connor Cillian O’Reilly. Her mother, Maeve Aoibhe Saoirse Clodagh Sinead Niamh O’Reilly, is in tow. “It’s no use, Tom [oh, the brother is named Tom, ok, that’s a shitty name], he’ll find us wherever we go,” Mom says like a really Debbie O’Downer.

Siobhan sees a shepherd with his sheep in the distance. “What a lovely young family, but looking so lost…” he says. Siobhan’s brother starts hollering at him to stay back and/or get away and/or go fuck himself.

The shepherd turns into their awful, ugly dad. Their dad with the glowing blue eye. “NOW GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER,” he rumbles in that putrid brown speech balloon. Mom takes Siobhan and runs for the hills! “I’ll never let you have her,” says Tom. “The curse ends here.”

Yeah right, bro. It’s not your choice. There is a destiny. She has the “gift”. You’re just getting in the way, punk, and he will kill you if he has to.

Tom is like “bring it on, cocksucker”. Tom’s blood prevents harm from Dad’s magic. The firstborn son can end the curse! So take him if you want him, but so help him god if you get within 10 yards of Siobhan then Tom will slit his wrists and smear blood all over your stupid craggy face, sir.

Looks like the kid is getting all calm and righteous. Good for him.

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Think about what you’re doing, son! You have so much to offer! Siobhan can’t offer shit! She’s useless! Just give her up so we can go to Arby’s!

Dad gets mad at this crap. He wanted Siobhan, not Stinky Tom. But Tom declared it to be so, and now Dad has no choice because he is Bound by the Laws of Arbitrary Curse Logic. So Dad sucks him up into some sort of void in his chest and they both disappear into the mists. Mom cries. Siobhan asks where Tom went. It’s pretty sad, actually. Let’s pretend it never happened.

IN THE PRESENT, in Queens where Fran Drescher was born, Supergirl watches as Siobhan transforms into that Silver Banshee thing in order to fight her father, the Black Banshee thing. Kara is kind of bummed that her first friend on Earth has a lot of baggage. She was hoping that she could take a break from all the running and fighting. It’s not like Fran Drescher has any supernatural powers or enemies. Sure, she might be 91 years old, but having old friends isn’t so bad! Anyway.

Black Banshee smiles as his daughter embraces her power. It must feel good, like a 45-minute orgasm or that first bite into a Choco Taco. Kara is like “on this planet I’m invulnerable and strong as fuck, but oh no this guy is scary”. Siobhan tells Kara to run, but Kara is still freaked out about the whole Silver Banshee thing. She looks like a skull with a pixie cut. Definitely uncouth.

“I’m not leaving you here!” Kara finally says to Silver Banshee.

“I should hope not, my fair young thing,” Black Banshee butts in. “The souls of these commonfolk will sustain me for a time… but your soul… I can taste it already… your soul will feed me like no other!”

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Don’t scream too loud, Ms. Banshee. You’ll wake the baby.

Black Banshee invites his daughter to eat Kara out as well (lol), but Silver Banshee is not into that. She screeches a weird silver bolt of light through Black Banshee’s head, which causes him to collapse backward. The girls take advantage of these 30 microseconds by running out of the club.

“Siobhan, what’s going on?”

“I never wanted ye tae see me like this! Aagh… God, I fergot the pain,” Black Banshee says, misspelling words all Irishy. “It’s me… me family’s secret, Kara. Me family’s curse… I thought I could leave it behind me back home. I thought I had it under control. Being near that… must have triggered it again… Oh Kara, I’ve put ye in terrible danger!”

What Siobhan needs is some Lucky Charms! Kara rips off herc clothes, revealing the Supergirl costume that she wasn’t supposed to be wearing. “I won’t let you face it alone.”

Isn’t that sweet? *gag* *barf* *moo*

Black Banshee busts through the brick wall, scaring the bejesus out of the two girls. Silver Banshee crumples to the ground. Supergirl grimaces, then growls, then scowls, then scrimaces, then launches herself toward Jerk Daddy. “I won’t let you hurt her!” she bellows. Black Banshee’s voice, his forceful scream, blows Supergirl backward just as fast as she was approaching. Which was pretty fast! “NNNNH–!” she says. That’s a great way to begin an awful slur, you racist!

A crowd gathers around. Supergirl has been addled by Black Banshee’s scream. She can see the skeletons of everyone around her – her vision is going haywire! A man tries to help her, but she accidentally throws him across the street! That isn’t going to help her reputation around her much, that’s for sure. “What’s happening to me?” she asks herself.

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I’ve been blinded by science yet again!

While Supergirl is incapacitated by Blue Eyeball Syndrome, Silver Banshee gets up and screams a couple of cars into Black Banshee’s direction. They crush him to the road. They were shitty cars anyway. One of them looks like a Ford Focus. Get a better car, loser.

Silver Banshee cackles. She cackles alarmingly enough that it scares Supergirl. “GET BACK!!!” Silver Banshee blurts at Supergirl. “Or are ye lookin’ to be next, girl?”

She snaps out of it momentarily and apologizes for being a Banshee Bitch there for a second. Supergirl has regular eyeballs again so she’s back in the game! ACTION! THIS ISSUE IS ALL ABOUT THE ACTION! Silver Banshee will have time to explain everything that’s going on once this little family feud is over. But it’s not over. Oh no, it keeps on happening. Black Banshee gets up and fights back again.

He comments that he can’t seem to steal Supergirl’s soul. Probably because souls are fucking fake. “Guess I’ll just have to destroy your body instead,” he says. That’s not very nice! Destroying bodies while they’re still alive isn’t nice! Kill her first then destroy her! I mean, come on!

Supergirl gets up and tries some banshee screamin’ of her own. The attempt is pathetic. Black Banshee screams at her again, sending her flying back, addling her again. Rinse and repeat.

Supergirl can feel the heat behind her eyes building beyond her control. She yells at everyone gathered around to get back. In Krypton, of course, so no one can understand her. She fires some eyeball heat beams at a nearby car, exploding the shit out of it. It looks like a Ford Escort. Shitty car.

Siobhan tries to help, but Supergirl just keeps on heating up! She glows a brilliant orange and screams in agony.

“Delicious,” smiles Black Banshee.

“Father! What’ve ye done to her?!”

“Merely unlocked the power that was already there. Isn’t she magnificent?”

Supergirl is going to explode into 9,000,000 pieces, but she takes advantage of the few last precious seconds.

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Eat my yellow fists, you old hot dog!

Supergirl goes right through him! Or rather, into him, much like dear Tom. Black Banshee doubles over in pain. She gave herself freely to him, and now he’s absorbing all her power! He feels rejuvenated like he just drank a gallon of Gatorade Frost Riptide Rush! “Ye’ve failed, Siobhan. Just like yer brother did years ago.”

“He thought he could stop me too. He learned the truth. I hoped ye’d embrace your destiny. I thought we could remake this world together. But I was wrong. And now… THE BLACK BANSHEE RULES ALONE!”

He lifts his daughter up off the ground by her throat. It looks painful. Good thing this issue ended well!

Final Thoughts

All action and no substance, baby! That’s how I like my New 52!

Sigh.

Guide to Cohabitation Based On Archaic Socially Constructed Traditions (aka Marriage, w/e)

I’ve had various versions of blogs and websites continuously since 2000, and I have records of a lot of it since 2006. Once in a while I’ll dredge up an old post and feature it so that we can all laugh at the juvenility of my previous work and then laugh at how little it all has actually changed since. Enjoy.
Originally posted on my old blog on December 6th, 2016.

The concept of marriage has been around for–

Whoops, I was supposed to fix that before I was done! Ha ha! Anyway, where were we?

So, yeah, marriage. It’s that thing everyone has advice about even though it seems like anyone who actually wants to volunteer marriage advice is either a) in a shitty marriage themselves, or b) in a great marriage, probably, but they do things like write nauseating haikus to each other for their anniversaries or dress up in matching jerseys when they attend sporting events. These are the married couples who post hundreds of photos of themselves together, with their plastic smiles and their creepy wide crow’s-feet-lined soulless desperate eyes. These kinds of couples shop at Michael’s every weekend to buy yarn and buttons.

So yeah, fuck that, I don’t want that. But maybe you do, and you’re so desperate for this kind of relationship that you actually clicked the link to this blog! Not even by accident! Well, don’t worry, I’ve been married for over 10,000 hours so I’m an expert in the matter. If you think your relationship to your awful significant other is in the toilet and there’s no hope, then please read the following regurgitated tripe so that YOU TOO can know how to install a new deadbolt lock on your front door, or whatever the fuck it is I’m trying to talk about here. Who cares.

Figure 1. Typical American Marriage

1. Get Along With Each Other

I can’t stress this one enough, my friends. The key to a happy marriage is KNOWING. WHEN. TO. SAY. YOU’RE. WRONG.

No, actually, that’s stupid. Who told you that, your white middle-aged co-worker? Rounder than he is tall? Kinda looks like one of the Minions? You imagine that his wife looks just like him except with a wig? Tell him he’s a piece of shit next time you see him in the break room. Take off his little spectacles and throw them in the trash.

OK, getting along is easier said than done, right? Perhaps you have very little in common. My wife, for example (who will remain anonymous to protect her identity, let’s just call her “Erika”), likes to leave glasses of pig’s blood lying around the house. Filled to the brim. I happen to frown upon this activity, so we made a compromise and now she only fills them halfway and leaves around twice as many. Marriage is about sacrifice here. Ritual goddamn sacrifice.

If all else fails, you could try just buying a bigger house with more hallways so that there’s less of a chance that you’ll run into each other during the day.

2. Communicate Better

I can’t stress this one enough, my friends. The key to a happy marriage is BUY. A. SEPARATE. BED.

Co-workers are hilarious, aren’t they?! I personally wouldn’t know, I’m unemployed and I argue with a fire hydrant near the overpass every day.

How often do you talk to your spouse? Do you talk to your spouse at all? Does he/she have vocal cords? What do you talk about? Do you talk about work? Sex? Politics? Movies? Drugs? Prostitution? Money? How about money? Do you talk about money? Let’s talk about money. Can I borrow $25?

Communication is this great thing we’re able to do to get other humans to understand what we’re thinking. Unless your spouse isn’t human (no judgement here, man), this should work. If it doesn’t work, that means you didn’t listen to what I was trying to tell you about communication. We need to work on that. And by “we” I mean “you”, because I feel like I’ve been putting all the effort into this lately and getting nothing in return. It’s not all about you, you know.

3. Seek Counseling

I can’t stress this one enough, my friends. The key to a happy marriage is JOKES. COME. IN. THREES.

Oh good gravy, sir or ma’am, you’re thinking about COUNSELING already? You’re going to let some smarmy nerd in an atrocious brown sweater vest share his shitty opinions while you pay him for it? Booooooo! If that’s your plan then at least let me be that smarmy nerd.

Pretend that you two are sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs in a musty office, arms folded and frowning heavily. Your eye is twitching. Your spouse keeps clicking his/her tongue. Now here I am, sitting behind a large lavish artisan hand-carved wooden desk. I’m grinning like a shithead at you two, with my thumbs under my suspenders. I can’t grow a beard, but I’m picturing that I’ve got this obnoxious fucking beard here. Behind me is a wall of credentials that say things like “Certified Spouse Whisperer”. I’m, like, rotating back in forth in my chair a little too. And it squeaks every time it moves. Finally, after an agonizing few minutes, I lean forward to speak. The room grows dead quiet, the atmosphere thick and heady with suspense and anticipation.

“Have you tried putting it in the butt?”

Marriage saved.

Figure 2. Typical American Divorce

4. Get Divorced

YES. I’ve been trying to say this since Day 1. We’re all sick of hearing about your turd of a fart of a marriage. Get divorced already, you’re making the rest of us miserable.

Hey, buck up there Champ! Don’t worry, this is a whole new beginning! Divorce has nothing but positives! Check out this list, son:

1. There’s a good chance that you won’t end up getting full custody of your shitty kids Bryndynn, Gibraltar, Hashtag, and Keurig.

2. You can take advantage of late night single life and try new pickup lines at your local insufferable hipster oxygen bar or wherever you kids hang out these days. Nothing gets you drunken 3 a.m. pity sex quite like “My spouse exploded in a blimp.”

3. Marriage was all about NAG NAG NAG NAG, am I right? Now you can soothe yourself to sleep every night with your own terrified, haunted, lonely screaming without pesky interruption.

4. You’re free to fake your own anticlimactic death now, something you only dreamed about before! Imagine avoiding all the paperwork and heartache that comes from divorce in the first place. Alimony Schmalimony! The only thing you’ll have to care about when you’re off the grid and hundreds of miles away from civilization is making sure those berries you’re foraging aren’t poisonous. And bear traps. And that one creepy brain-eating swamp amoeba.

Do yourself a favor and print out this post to fold in your back pocket for safe keeping. You’ll never know when you’ll need it. Some days you’ll find yourself staring 1000 yards away with recurring flashes firing across your synapses of plummeting into a hellish endless void. That’s marriage, my friend. Or it’s not. I don’t know. I’ve only been married for a year, and it’s pretty good so far. It sounds to me like you’re just a whiner. Thanks for reading!

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 10: “Secrets”

The Wheel of Time - Book 3 - The Dragon Reborn

I am relieved to stumble upon the first chapter that’s not focused on Perrin. Egwene, Nynaeve, Elaine, Hurin, Mat, and Verin the Brown Ajah Aes Sedai Colonel Sensei are horsing their way to Tar Valon. They know they’re sort of getting close because Dragonmount, the big scary mountain where Lews Therin died, is in the distance. Actually, it’s so big that it’s always in the distance. They have no idea how far they really are, I suppose! They could still be 5,000 miles away for all I know or care. Or don’t care.

Egwene is in love with Rand and wonders how he’s doing. Nynaeve tells them he’s fine. They’re all fine. Everyone’s fine! Mat’s not fine, though. He’s passed out in the litter from Dagger Poisoning and he hasn’t barely stirred in three days. Haste to the White Tower is of the utmost importance.

Hurin, the sniffer, senses trouble a-brewin’. Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne quietly discuss using the One Power if they’re attacked even though they’re not allowed to use it as a weapon. The penalty for breaking Aes Sedai laws is stilling, which means removing one’s ability to reach out to saidar even though you can sense it. This is apparently a horrible, torturous punishment. Not worth the price.

Suddenly, a bunch of fucking Whitecloaks show up on horses, confirming the trouble that Hurin was sniffing out. They get all belligerent and combative. Verin tries to politely and calmly talk some sense to get through, but the girls tear shit up with their One Power and explosively erupt dirt from the ground all around the Whitecloaks. They and their horses freak the fuck out, and one falls off his horse right in front of them. He demands to be killed “just like his father”. Verin snaps out of her Brown Ajah stupor and chastises the girls forcefully, threatening expulsion from Aes Sedai Academy of the Arts. Plus, now word will get out. They won’t be able to travel as anonymously as they had hoped.

After Egwene mentions coming from Toman Head, the lone Whitecloak boggles. They were there where his father, Geofram Bornhald, was killed in battle? Fuck you! He’s Dain Bornhald, and you’re going to find that name so scary you’ll shit your pants in fear and loathing! In Las Vegas!

They ride around him and continue on their journey to the Whitest Tower in Town.