Shadows Over Haven

Well, the Family is certainly an interesting entity. I stood there along the balcony listening to one of the Elder Brothers chiding me gently for imprudent activity. And then he tells me to hang in there (where?) for a while. He tells me stories of Time Past and Time Yet To Come. And how the Best Is Yet To Be. Then I am handed a set of Trumps.

It is all very Roger Zelazny. I feel like one of the Amber princes, memory loss and all, trapped in a tapestry of odd significance which everyone can see except me. And being gunned for by unknown agents who have an interest in disposing of me as quickly as possible despite the fact that I do not know why this should be so.

Somehow, I am very happy – and amused.