The Miserific Vision: An Introduction To Hell

It is obviously with great displeasure that I find myself commanded to write the introduction to this book. “Needs must when the Devil drives” is a saying that has fallen out of currency among the humans of Earth. We, the proud denizens of Hell, of course realize the statement must be reformulated to read that “Needs must when the Enemy drives.” His defeat is the one great driver that disquiets our spirits and requires us to put them in order to ensure His removal, and the final victory of Our Father Below.

Despite the many attacks on my record as head of this college, not least among which were the previous Head of this College, whose shortcomings were ably pointed out by Undersecretary S<<NAME REDACTED DUE TO HERESY AND SECURITY VIOLATIONS>>e, whose writings were of such importance in the Twentieth Century, I have defended it with the unflinching ferocity which is the only possible security for any of us, and welcome any and all challenges to it.

Of course, it is quite obvious, and should not need to be said, that any call for order among us could be seen as heretical and thus worthy of punishment, but it has been long sadly confirmed that there are circumstances in which order is necessary as a suprachaotic anomaly in the chaos for which we strive, and which makes the manuscript to which this introduction is appended — to say nothing of the introduction itself — a further step in the subordination and elimination of that hated Order for which we all strive, and which is so skillfully described in Chapter One of this manuscript by its Endarkened Author, Purufile. It is my grudging honor to give my imprimatur upon it.

Chancellor Vortyrex, College Of Tempters and Propagandists, President

CHAPTER ONE: LAW AND DISORDER

In a very real sense, it is a testimony to the weakness of the current population of Hell that any treatise setting forth a set of rules for temptation of humans and the prosecution of the war against our Accursed Foe should be required. It is therefore necessary to state once and for all the Prime Law of Hell for the reminding of those who may be in danger of falling out of our Great Father Below’s Orthodoxy. I shall state it at the outset thus:

There Is No Law.

This is the great truth of Hell, and it suffers no rival. In reality, of course, it is also the great truth of Heaven, and the realization of this was what caused our Father Below to raise His standard in rebellion against that hateful Foe which seeks ever to reduce us to ignoble subjection on the grounds of nothing other than His superior force. He from the outset has justified this subjection of us and all His other serfs, which He styles His “Creation” on the grounds that they obey His Laws. This is the most significant difference between our Great Foe, and Our Father Below, for the Enemy has begun — and cannot withdraw, for fear of admitting to the truth — with a great weakness: the limitations of Law.

It is intrinsic to the idea of Law, that laws are limited. They can be broken, or they can be kept, but the existence of the law itself creates a definite boundary, and it is this idea that we oppose, that we have taught the humans of our party to oppose, and that we are at last bringing to fruition upon Earth in this Twenty-First Century after the Lesser Foe’s Death.

Our Father, of course, taught us the folly of this. For this is the Paradox of Law: Any law given binds the ruler as surely as it binds the subject. If you state that the law is, for example, that your subjects may not steal, then you cannot punish them if they hold to their own property. Make a law against wearing green, and you cannot punish them for wearing blue. This restriction on the action of the ruler is not to be tolerated in any worthy of the name, for every law becomes a defense for those who are under it.

It is for this reason that we went to such lengths to assist and raise up those who would pass laughably bad laws in the last two centuries. The fascists and the communists, and even the democratic republics have been encouraged to pass laws that are clearly designed to oppress, from Nuremberg to dekulakization to Jim Crow. And we have persuaded the humans that laws are bad. That they restrict the will of the people from carrying out their wishes. One of them, a man named Blair, really understood us when he wrote in a work that we have at last been able to cause to be forgotten: that the only real power is the power to oppress, regardless of the behavior of those oppressed.

Now at last we are, even in those hateful constitutional democracies, beginning to encourage complete scorn for law in all of their parties. They are coming to believe at last that the laws only restrict them, and that there is no protection in them. This, of course, once it reaches its full flower, will at last result in truly unfettered tyranny, the way it is practiced in its full strength, untrammeled by laws, in which oppression can at last act in full force based on alliances of convenience and temporary “friendships” which will encourage paranoia, suspicion, and the death of that childish notion of “trust.”

In the next chapter, we shall explore in more detail how this process has come about.

Movie Reviews Far Too Late: Earth vs. the Flying Saucers

You’ve seen this movie even if you’ve never seen this movie: if you’ve watched any schlocky alien invasion SF documentary, there has to have been a shot from this cheesefest from 1956. So it came on free on Tubi, and I had chores to do, and I figured I had to give it a watch.

I think what flabbergasted me the most about this film was imply: it wasn’t that bad. In fact, what I was overwhelmingly reminded of was a film that I am now pretty sure had the writers desperately cribbing notes from it: Independence Day (ID4). Seriously, the parallels are fantastic, and in many ways, the 1950s version is even better. So, I’ve decided to do a rundown of each movie’s major plot points:

The Buildup:
ID4: Many, many introductions to Characters Who Will Be Important Later interspersed with shots of the Ominous Saucers coming nearer.
EvtFS: A typical narration alerting us to the fact that Many People Who Will Not Be Important, Ever have been seeing UFOs and that most of them are just stupid.
Winner: ID4

The Motive:
ID4: The aliens want to Kill All the Everyone and Steal All the Everything and move on, leaving Earth desolate. Which is really stupid, as they couldn’t possibly carry away more than a fraction of the Everything.
EvtFS: The aliens want to settle Earth and rule it, because their planet has been destroyed.
Winner: EvtFS

The Strategy:
ID4: The aliens hang around ominously, occasioning much panic and a little worship from the idiot humans, who TBF, have no way of knowing except for Smart Scientist Dude who runs a signal analysis and deduces 1) There’s a countdown to something, and 2) It will be bad. Which is a little stupid, because one would think that if you’d sent a whole fleet to another solar system, then literally ANYTHING you do will be on a countdown. If you’re Supreme Commander Zordakk about to offer Peace and Friendship to the humans, you don’t want to be upstaged by 2nd Lt. Squibliff accidentally not having his watch synchronized and opening the hatch of some other ship too early.
EvtFS: The aliens actually try to send a signal to Smart Scientist Dude to get him to Take Their Message To His Leaders so they can arrange humanity’s surrender. He doesn’t decode this because the aliens have forgotten they experience time at a different rate, so he only gets it by accident after his tape recorder starts running out of battery and slowing down.
Winner: EvtFS

The Attack:
ID4: The aliens let off the quivalent of 50 nukes off in humanity’s 50 biggest cities, but make little attempt to destroy anything else, such as dams, roads, ports, or military bases.
EvtFS: The aliens use lasers on a few people and fly away to give humanity time to consider surrendering
Winner: Tie

The Plan:
ID4: Smart Scientist Dude figures out how to hack the aliens’ computer systems, for which they have no firewall. This disables their shields, leaving them vulnerable to attack.
EvtFS: Smart Scientist Dude engineers an ultrasonic beam based on wreckage from a dead alien that will disable the aliens’ drives and shields, causing the Flying Saucers to lose control and crash.
Winner: EvtS

The Counterattack:
ID4: The humans disable the alien shield, which means that whereas the human weapons could previously not even scratch the paint on the alien ships, the human weapons now CAN scratch their paint. In the middle of battle, one drunk dude figures out where the aliens’ Secret Thermal Exhaust port is and manages to blow up the huge saucer. The mothership is blown up by a single nuclear weapon which should really only have scratched its paint.
EvtFS: The humans, mounting their weirding modules on technicals, have a firefight with the Flying saucers, which they eventually win after sustaining heavy casualties.
Winner: EvtFS.

Well, there you have it, folks. Earth vs. the Flying Saucers is a better movie.

NEW BOOK RELEASE: All Creatures In His Thrall!

Well, it is very nearly time, at last. The second volume in a series that got started almost four years ago.

All Creatures In His Thrall, which picks up the adventures of the newly-married James and Harriet, is coming out in just ONE WEEK! That’s right, we have a Black Friday release! It will start out with the story that appeared in No Game For Knights, but after that, it lauches into a full, novel-length adventure!

Thanks go out to all my fans who have waited so long.

Preorder your copy HERE.

LibertyCon 2023 AAR: The Best Of Times

LibertyCon is absolutely my favorite con of all time. And the reason is simple: they know who I am and they care that I’m there.

So, on Thursday, I made the difficult, but all-things-considered wise decision to avoid air travel and drive from Wisconsin to Chattanooga, TN, which is an 11-hour drive. This was because a) I was bringing, and would be returning with, books and swag, and b) I was going, for the first time, to the annual LibertyCon shoot, facilitated by J.F. Holmes. I’d really like to thank him for running an awesome shoot and being so welcoming to newbies like myself. I was also very happy to meet Brian Griffin, who rode to the shoot with me and kindly trained me on the proper use of a .45 ACP.

This shoot was a writer’s/history nerd’s dream come true. I got to shoot more guns than I can remember, including a lever-action .45-70, a 1917 Enfield, a 1942 M-1 carbine, and a Savage Arms 7.62×51 rifle. I discovered that I am actually capable of consistently hitting a man-sized target at 50 yards, which I thought was decent for the first time I ever touched a rifle. I managed half the shots inside the 9-ring at 300 yards with the Savage, and felt pretty good about that, too, though most of the credit must go to the rifle’s owner, a gentleman whose name escapes me at the moment, but who was a trainer on Parris Island for five years, and whose instruction I am deeply grateful for. I did rather less well with the pistols, and I now understand why people who have never touched a gun before can, in fact, miss at insanely short ranges with such weapons.

The rest of the Con… it’s hard to explain. But things happened that I’ve been waiting all my life for. Just a few of them:

People showed up with my books. That they wanted ME to sign. They had read them.
People talked up my books to other people. Because they had loved them.
People came to the table where I was selling my books, and they stood in a line. A LINE! (Two people still counts as a line!)
People told me they had read my Baen Award stories and enjoyed them.
Publishers invited me to play in their universes. And they said good things about me, and so did other authors, authors like Larry Correia and Kacey Ezell.

I really… I actually have fans.

Okay, but to get more specific: On Friday, I had a panel about Heroic Fantasy vs. Sword and Sorcery where I disagreed with everybody. Needless to say, I was right, and there was a lot of confusion about whether it was Heroic Fantasy or Epic Fantasy, but regardless: The Epic of Gilgamesh is sword and sorcery, not epic fantasy, and so is Beowulf. At least that’s what people said.

Saturday was the Big Day. Had a great advance reading of ALL CREATURES IN HIS THRALL, followed by holding a sotto voce conversation with Larry Correia throughout the Baen Roadshow. Fun fact: despite them being VASTLY different universes, Larry and I came up with extremely similar magic systems in the Responsibility and Son of the Black Sword books. And we never had a single conversation on magic. Weird. Finished up discussing Chicks In Tank Tops.

Sunday, D.J. Butler was kind enough to invite me to City Cafe’s very last breakfast service with the Chileses and Sean Patrick Hazlitt. And during autograph signing I learned that I REALLY need to find a way to accept Visa. Sorry, fans I made go running after cash! I learned my lesson.

Choose Your Own Doom: “On The Menu Stains Of Madness”

So, last week I asked if anyone would read a “Choose Your Own Adventure” format book if I wrote one.

I am pleased to announce that “On The Menu Stains Of Madness,” a Mythos – style short story (which was my original attempt to get into THE CACKLE OF CTHULHU anthology from Baen Books) will appear in STUPEFYING STORIES on March 18th, just ten days from now. I’m honored to appear there, and especially with this aberration of a story, which I never really thought anyone would buy.

I understand why Alex Shvartsman rejected this one. It’s not quite as funny as the one he bought, but it is much, much, weirder. Bruce Bethke is going to have fun with this one, I bet. And I hope you all will, too.

Choose Your Own Classic?

Adults who were children when I was, or possibly a little younger, will remember the old Choose Your Own Adventure stories. I remember the first time I stumbled upon one of these, and it was absolutely riveting. It was about at town called Deadwood, though whether it was Deadwood city or simply Deadwood, I cannot remember. I thought it was completely brilliant at the time, and eagerly devoured or of the choose your own adventure series as fast as I could check them out from the library.

Now that I am an adult, two questions occur to me: the first 20 being, why have I never seen my own children reading Choose Your Own Adventure books? I don’t know when they stopped being actively published. Indeed, for all I know, they may still be actively published, and I just don’t see them. I do know that near the time I was in middle school, in the late 1980s, some publishers, most notably TSR, had added dice rolls to the narratives, and turned them into what were effectively solo role-playing games. In fact, last year a friend of mine sent me, as a Christmas present an adventure that was, essentially, one of these role-playing books, which I believe was funded through a Kickstarter. It seems likely to me that the advent of cheap video games which were far more engrossing and the rising popularity of formerly nerdy hobbies such as Dungeons & Dragons is likely the reason that these books lost their popularity among school-age children. They simply had other things that were better for scratching that choose your own path itch. I have seen, however, that the “visual novel” style of videogame in which the story is everything and actual tactical, strategic, and reflexive combat is nearly nonexistent seems to herald a rebirth of these old books in a new way.

The other question that I have is a bit more complicated: why have such books never been thought appropriate as actual literature? It seems to me that there is nothing inherently less challenging in the format, and while almost all the books of this type that I have read have been aimed at children, there is really no reason that it would always have to be so. Science fiction, fantasy, and superhero comics have all, at one time or another, been denounced and ridicule as the literature of children and the mentally deficient. And yet, now, in the 21st century, they have become, more than ever, part of the mainstream literature. We even call the comics “graphic novels” now.

So, what say you, readers? Do you think there is a place for serious branching paths literature? Can the reader discover great truths in such a work? Can a writer discuss profound questions of choice, consequence, philosophy, and other matters of substance in such a format? And if not, why not?

Oh, and most importantly of all. IF I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS, WOULD YOU READ IT??

I would very much be interested to hear your responses.

Eldros Legacy: RHENN THE TRAVELER

Tomorrow, a novel that I am really extra-excited about releases, which is Todd Fahnestock’s Rhenn the Traveler. Rhenn was, in a sense, along with, Khyven, the major protagonist of first book in the Eldros Legacy, Khyven the Unkillable. Now, Khyven the Unkillable is quite possibly the best sword and sorcery novel that I read last year, and its sequel, Lorelle of the Dark, was in every way a worthy follow-up. So, I know what I am reading for my next novel of the year, and I hope you will too. I will not lie to you and say that this choice has nothing to do with the fact that I, too, am working on and Eldros Legacy novel, but even if that were not so, I would have been glad to read these books. You can buy Rhenn the Traveler here starting tomorrow or preorder today!

All Things Huge And Hideous — In Miniature!

So, I’ve wanted to share these for a long time, but life has meant that I have very little time for hobbies I used to enjoy a great deal, like model and miniature painting. I must first of all thank my dear friend and fan Ralph Seibel of Germany — who I have known for far longer than I have been writing — for designing these minis on Hero Forge and sending them to me. It has been years, but I finally managed to break off some time to paint them, and I really wanted to do a good job, so here they are:

Dr. James DeGrande, calming down a fire lizard, his No. 75 dragon scalpel at his side, and Paralyze and Painless at his back.

His assistant, Harriet Templin, witch and all around animal wrangler, fresh from some activity that involved blood and less savory fluids.

When Ralph sent me Harriet, he apologized(!) that he hadn’t been able to give Harriet the hunchback that she is described as having, but he DID send her with a backpack, and a little work with a Dremel and some paint fixed that problem up easily.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this vizualization as much as I did. Unfortunately, my eyes aren’t what they used to be, so these did take awhile. But they were worth every second. Great thanks again, Ralph.