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scott pilgrim vol 3 has been pushed back to january. i was really looking forward to having it by friday, along with all the christmas presents i ordered that will be arriving by then. although the news that the movie rights have been optioned, obtained, and given to the director of shaun of [...]

CHAPTER NINE
gary dirin tensed, adding to the short list of times i’d seen him show fear. it didn’t help my own growing apprehension. he turned to me, his face as blank as he could make it. ’stand fast. they’ve loosed their wraiths upon us.’ he started to say something else, [...]

these, then, are the original eight gary dirin chapters. unchanged since their initial birthing, several years ago.
by my own admission these are somewhat weakly written, suffering from the usual flaws inherent in works that are made up as you go along, and without strenuous revision or cohesion. there were two more original chapters [...]

I awoke to a loud bang, or more of a quick series of bangs, like all the rifles at a military funeral going off not quite in unison. The great cog I had pitched my tent on shook a little, I smelt a little smoke, and then there was silence. Well, as close [...]

apologies for the delay. I got stuck: I knew where i want to go after this bit, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to get there from here. I was hanging out with miles and scott last night and miles made a joke suggestion which I realized was perfect.
I sincerely wanted [...]

Gary Dirin stopped dead, held out his hands, and motioned us to be silent. The shreiking wail grew steadily louder, and in horror I realized why. Without making a sound, Gary rushed us along the tunnel in search of someplace to hide. Having passed not a single crack or gap or door [...]

Domingo and his brother and I had just started across the bridge when arrows started whizzing past us, clattering on the bridge, and falling over the side, to tumble down down towards the fiery orange river far below. In an instant the spaniards had taken aim at the source of the arrows: two [...]

Old Rome was not our destination, of course. It was merely the first door on the road. The doorway we sought lay far ahead and below us, and even in Roman times it had been thought a myth.
We had weeks of travel before we would reach it. Down massive smoothly hewn tunnels, [...]

(there is a fair bit more to come, not sure how long it will be, but part three is written and it’s just getting started. probably 10-15 easily.)
it was just a bible. but it had been written in. or rather, over, in a large hand, with ink and brush. For the [...]

it wasn’t a loud sort of noise that woke me that morning, not really. it was loud, of course, but it didn’t feel loud. it never did with Gary Dirin. Gary always made exactly as much noise as was needed, and it always felt right. He had that way with a [...]